a foot hands
the armless man...

If I just knew that God does not exist
And that once Death comes to approach us all...

Sooth me lull me
in stillness...

the hammer
nailed the toe...

We met on the internet while surfing the web
even though we were forewarned...

in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...

the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
This will be found in the following story...

May be, I am this book on my lap?
The one I usually close to nap...

What if I told you that I miss you?
That I miss you like a car...

As sunshine rays do come to bless the day
I pray that Midas touch may find your way...

In a narrow corridor,
a hand with short nails...

Sometimes you wonder,
Is this really what I am meant to do...