He lost a part of his soul
back when psychotic...

Plucked violently,
such as strings...

She dances with demons,
as the scissors cut slow...ly...

Smiles shine upon a midnight moon
hushing lullabies with a gentle kiss...

I scribbled notations
and called them poetry...

He planted a seed in sixty nine
around the time of wood stalk...

This is for all of the writers
who like me, stalk the sidewalks...

I angled my arms
in a way that meshed...

Desperately
I leave thee...

Drawn to the soft sounds
of your voice, swept away...

The true demise
of a scalding...

Fields of Gladiolas
march in unison...