I hear it rains diamonds
on Jupiter, so paint my vagabond soul...
Last winter
I buried clockwork in my stomach...
My mouth refuses to open
because I am scared of what might come out...
Against the cold, we crawl
like toddlers...
Like cabernet spilling from my lips,
a sour blend of vinegarish red...
I Want to write about you
And the way I feel when you are near by...
Stop talking to me
from behind your...
Reminiscences of you
always come back to me...
Admittedly,
I'm haunted still...
As I write this last letter, the sun dies in my...
my vowels and consonants carry my shame and cross...
I look around
while everything sleeps...
No, I don't mind
being greeted by Dandelions...