My bones move fragile,
they say it's the cold...

When first
I laid my eyes upon thee...

Those Tolkien ears
a snack for years...

The door slams shut!
forcing me into consideration...

I let the curtains breathe
as the ceiling ripples...

I get the "fear"
from time to time...

Naked to endless strangers
a stark procession...

I try to
but I guess I need a stranger...

The trick of it is
diminishment of once was great...

There's a lot to be said
for streets that are dead...

I thought as a murderer
just to see if I could...

I'll not be eating this away
to try at all creates dismay...