Happiness is like wood shavings
from dross in sculpting...

Every woman
tames her husband it is true...

Shanghai on the Bund
festival of tourists see...

Gilmore faced terminal
confinement in prison...

Reflection is only natural
when you have no expectation...

Waiting melts patience like icing in the sun
no sweetness left, just the anxiety inside...

Before ideas are formulated into thought
is an intuitive grasp of what has been wrought...

Next long drive alone
in a hurry to get there...

Intertwined
desires fully aligned...

See you crave drugs and money -
dull your five senses, sonny...

Those days were captured
on the postcards I sent home...

He trapped her in silence;
He trapped her inside...