This brusque summer's gossip has caused my heart...
within its implications I find no room to writhe...
Psychoanalysis has begun,
unconscious conflict...
Last night
For the first time...
Soft kisses from a pressed white collar,
Tightly bound by neatly ironed lies...
When people die have you ever wondered to...
What they were thinking as their clock was...
The magic of lightning
fills the evening sky...
My fingers trace your golden glow
Though years have worn you through...
Crystal pieces fall in succession,
Like the splash from a shore...
I am buoyancy bottled,
Folded and swallowed...
This is just the way it goes, well it's all you've...
So lie to me, feel less empty and hurry on home...
Perplexing View
Perplexing views flicker from here...
Many times in my life,
I've thought about packing up...