My right hand, a statue
inches above the coffee mug...
During Summer, I leave my fingerprints everywhere,
smudging the horizon on my bedroom window...
What is art?
It's speaking from the heart...
Should I write another letter
that will likely never get read...
I circled love
around and around...
There once was a man
who had only one nostril...
Your frequency is high,
granting me an incidental...
When you decide to
retreat from memories that...
Welcome fall:
a flower is not a flower anymore...
There was a moment
under the suns heated...
So I want to rhyme, is that a crime?
I can assure you is not a waste of time...
Well acquainted since you were a child
I'm the reason your reputation was wild...