It feels like I'm undergoing
open heart surgery...

I'm beginning to think the whole world
is on the verge...

Tonight heart feels unbearably glum
and my pen attempts to speak...

I suppose what I desired was
for you to inspire me...

The end of love
shouldn't linger ever so long...

There are days I feel like an ant
scurrying about the sidewalk...

A cheek full of hot tamales are like
licking flames, they burn deliciously...

He inspires me
with a yellow bellied impression...

There is this thump in my chest
that's gentle, like the pitter patters of dusk...

Lost
to a mirage of stars...

You're amusing,
a real high class panoply...

Dear,
My words are stars that cannot conceive...