Tonight, while my children sleep,
I'll walk out of the house...

On-ly-clocks-work-
Jul-ians-Dan-iels-Jims-and-Petes-work...

If I were to swing high above you,
black hair flying...

Strike up the orchestra, my friend,
We shall have a waltz tonight...

If I were to
mint the minutes...

Said tree to its shade:
You pester me with your drifts...

I was once made mute
By the question...

Much can be said
when...

These words are imprecise.
They form layers of liquid transparencies in my...

I write things,
things that...

Ugh. I should have known.
It has been heaving itself upon me all day...

It is, after all, a polite seduction,
our mutually modified introduction...