The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb...

Why did you offer your
eyes, to a non-victim...

Like a virgin birth,
a poem floats...

I am the circumference
and I am the center...

From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to...

Moon injured?
after reaching climax...

Waiting for the unwaiting
to appear. The green pigeons...

Completely broke,
an empty glass, wants...

Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk...

Time eats the winter, to?
rebuild the fallen ally...

The sexless hiccoughs
have started...

Like a hedgehog you raise
your spines...