Paranoid verses
trembling nude in my pocket...

A cold shoulder and impassive face.
You were in some dry northern town...

Hope ripples
below the river banks...

Not in the towns of the sun
where people chatter and constellate...

I won't ask why the land woke up barren
after a season of suns...

They wore upon my spirit,
not in the way that hurricanes hit...

All that was once meaningful
and destined, has lost all meaning...

Your winter gust is a firestorm
that burns the chambers of my heart...

I leave for you my past
and the last paddle in the sea...

I will no longer write aloud.
This will be my last suicide...

I fear
the shafts of dawn...

She had a face of salt,
her features were fading away...