There's something almost nostalgic about muffled...
padding softly down dimly lit sidewalks and across...

How many more
nights...

Somewhere amongst the straight
lines and right angles...

You are a loose arrow
launched from...

You are Laelaps;
and I...

How much longer must you haunt
my brittle bones...

Amaranth grows eagerly
throughout my...

Endorphins percolate through my nervous system.
Serotonin and adrenaline kickstart...

A few swift strokes of my pen
create verbal ecosystems...

Our words are music on a
rundown carousel in an...

Her eyes are
stained glass windows...

I am a faulty fuse on an
expired mortar...