I started my destruction
So early and so well...
How unlimited
we are, limiting ourselves...
the acid drips off her fingertips,
she savors fire...
I love and you leave
and then I leave, and you love...
We keep on going
for we are not really...
Oh, how fragile are the soundless beauties,
Blemish brambles...
I enjoy hiding in the shadows
Though the sun is always watching over me...
the night is nigh
my eye can see...
you—an almost ache, almost wound, almost lover,
almost return to self, almost summer, almost a...
Droplets of whiskey
perfume the air as the winter...
Why just the violin can speak the truth
when all the sounds are disingenuous...
Forgetting the past is
not recognizing the present...