Crinkle cut and hashbrowns
Saw your dad in the supermarket...

Ive been stabbed
Through heart where child was growing...

Flares of red,
Strobes of light...

Strike, strike, succeed,
Born at last the presence comes...

Precious time,
Such a gift...

Dreams,
Are what they feed you...

Gentle touch,
Draws a line...

Slipping into eternity,
An ecstasy of tumbles...

Nobodys child
-crying...

Ode to a faithful friend, my heart:
My heart can beat with love for two perfect...

Love not once more,
Nor sleeves to happy heart...

Cold black eyes
you stare with them...