When empty
it means there’s nothing...
I dance around without a care
With dandelions in my hair...
Sleeping here like the dead
Wishing I were alive...
Be careful of the stones you throw
When your throne is made of glass...
People often forget
That before a Phoenix...
plague haunting, struggles
as weeping willows dry tears...
Poetry,
I hear you every time my heart beats...
Silence
as I stand under the spray...
Spying a Hydra
within shadows...
i knew from the look in your eyes that day
that our world had split into two, i got lost...
and i'm leaning against
a rusted Chevy truck...
like a bull-elephant sharpening
tusks on tree-trunk, i take to...