I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...
just by living with a plant
doesn’t mean oxygen would...
Omnipresence is weaved
when the threads of time entwine...
He is so poor
He has nothing but honesty...
eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
You were there
My mother, born and bred...
an unsolved puzzle –
the words escape me...
You used to unnerve me.
Until I didn't care anymore...
I drive there,
then sit in the parking lot...
& Whispers leech out of tight smiling mouths
as if it is a sin to be honest in this line of...
A virtual Pion,
it is a triumph of imperceptibility...
my throat pulsates while you nock
your words on your tongue...