By the moon
I drink you again...

In your domain
walking with men of straw...

Drunk with pride
the streets are bursting...

The moral dilemma was
unlearning...

Spooked by a two headed snake,
a double of a living person squirms...

Knowing too much
was painful...

When the sun goes down bleeding
beyond the hills yonder...

In culture of counterfeits
a snip of intelligent gene...

Sitting between the knees,
I am being bathed by intense anxiety...

In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes...

A pithy moon
climbs...

It was a slant love.
Back to back...