I added
a bit of bitsy liquid sugar...

As they form,
if you listen carefully, you will hear the waves...

a mountain
turns into...

If your definition of a poet is someone
who can make you relate and make you feel...

I’m stuck in a circle
circling ‘round and ‘round...

You see, everyday, when I’m at work
I scan the same familiar fruits...

Yeah yeah,
there’s the pillow...

You said her skin was the ocean
you would gladly swim in...

Like images held in an hourglass,
each night I sleep in a capsule of time...

a rose as red as blood has bloom
and birds have come to see it now...

an egg on the countertop
rolls...

No one nor anyone can...
I know there's another way...