Blood side by side.
Your risqué humor...
With unease, I follow
the terror on terrace...
Ursa Major, through frosty clouds and the chill of...
Icy crystals of cirrus feathers drift...
Sounds vibrate to silence,
waves to stillness...
Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk...
Moon injured?
after reaching climax...
From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to...
I am the circumference
and I am the center...
Like a virgin birth,
a poem floats...
The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb...
After victim effect
of hibernation...
In a chilly moment
a metaphysical shadow...