It seems today the force is calling me.
It ask that I should write a sonnet...

If tomorrow I am gone by morning
Like the moon does every now and then...

people turn pale blue
when a guy at the register...

I won’t break.
I’m not a stick...

You are too young and too much of an amateur
to be looking for clues where there are none...

No, no, no...
I went left then fled as if I were I bird...

My sleep abandoned me
when being awake hugged me tightly...

When poets need a helping hand,
you’ll see that Mister Darcy stands...

one night
it dawn on me...

often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...

There's an apple tree in my backyard.
I watered it not...

some days
my thirst is so immense...