I've built sculptures
out of daydreams...

May balances between
an array of jaune sunrises...

Perhaps some day
I'll crawl back...

Beneath the skin of the Earth,
there are scars on the walls...

If miles
were minutes...

Happiness begins with
a tequila sunrise gleaming...

The ghosts of yesterday
continue to roam through...

She's whiskey in a teacup
and he's a greenhouse...

I tried to bottle a whiff of you
last night while you...

She's unfamiliar in that
way that she writes about...

Dandelion puffs scatter
through the air of...

His flowers perch along
a blackened windowsill...