The last day bird calls
a single sigh to the dark...

Shyly
like russet deer...

I once bought a friend some sea monkeys.
He admitted they were kind of funky...

We danced
in broken waltzes...

Brambles crossed and brushed the
trees...

My dreams are stuffed and crowded with monsters
both human and beast...

I will show you
the universe in a clover leaf...

The summer is about to make its end.
The branches are to decorate their leaves...

I cling to you,
you drain my life away, oh...

A leaf curls like ash
wafting downward dry and grey...

I used to kiss
the buds alive...

Our shadows tossed
on cold dew grass...