Tarantulas and partisans
Telling Tanks and Telephones...
Fires can burn and destruction be caused
But the lonely lives will not be endorsed...
You catch me in your sentences and imprison me...
What's the opposite of ego...
With my other mammals
I share this place...
People are morals
If their morals disappear...
Of struggle
I know nothing of...
Old pictures
Laying on my desk...
I hear a story of a little girl, starving and in...
I hear a story of a race where there is no...
Retaliation
settles deep...
I see people walking
down the street...
Bid me, and your Sally Joe,
above all sense of multiple weeds...
A petal danced upon the wind,
Timely floating from our sin...