Your delusional alter ego
lives in denial...

My mind....shredded like a bale of straw
caught in the most violent storm...

Souls, left to wonder
in the uncertainty of...

In the still of night
a shrill scream...

Waltzing copper leaves stir
whimsical notions of...

I am a river girl while,
he is a desert-man...

On the first day of winter
me good mate sent to me...

Empty
life regressing...

You were there...
Although, quiet as a note...

On the classroom wall
an Iris in silhouette...

The summer stretched on
long and hot...

The shopping mall
was still quite empty...