A street sign stood crooked with its
face an arrow pointing straight...

The cascade of admirers
huddle below...

Loneliness-
lukewarm milk dozing off at the bottom of my mug...

Fly from this earth,
that's what she crossed her fingers for...

What will your last smile stir inside
of me? An absence of mind perhaps...

"Is it possible to fill holes
when you're done being...

I'm doubtful. I don't know what to write. I don't...
[What how when where why...

Allow me to push you forward,
push me back...

North
is where...

There are no trees or leaves
acoustically sounding...

People
like us...

I.
You are an escaped soul...