I wither
on the vine...

Been there
done that...

The beautiful
monarch butterfly...

It seems
all my life...

In a slow motion descent
to the dead...

Something sick
spewing such images...

This moment sublime
I wish I could bottle...

Interminable
obsessions...

I wish
I had been born...

From a migrant
schoolboy...

Tell me
how you love me...

Karma chameleon
thinks...