Unto the mirror
I turn my face...
Walking through the
Forest quiet and alone...
Whisper words sub rosa to
my rapacious soul...
It's not a place you want to stay
Not somewhere you should be...
Without you I feel like:
cake without custard...
Forsaken catacombs of esoteric allusions
lay neatly tucked behind my...
'Friends' well they don't always
Understand so they...
A touch so light,
It's not felt on skin...
He thinks he thinks the way I think:
in that... one must be open minded...
A six foot box
with an all round view...
She is an unplayed instrument:
a concubine at the west wing...
Life is like a balloon
inflating...