You, a multifarious wave
crashing into a pocketed shore...

Like the mouth of a pipe as it falls from your...
and your face is shrouded in a veil of smoke...

There is something to
that look in her eye...

Bitter
Walking through the valley...

I panicked when the fire fell to cinders.
I did what any fool would do...

Alone on a charcoal beach,
blank but for memories, I...

We carve curved lines in the sand with
dead twigs of a sycamore...

On Saturday,
a man rode in on horseback...

Tapping my ring finger
To the beat of...

Have fun with this one...

I was looking for a word I could not find
And when I finally found it...

Glass walls press
In the telephone booth...