A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk...

Every morning,
run...

When writing a poem, I was told:
"Do not repeat the same words.&quot...

crowds of crows
cover the sky...

I can't seem to understand,
the mysteries of life...

I miss them moments, like the rain
like Xanthe, showering PnQ with fame...

I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...

Down the corner to the left, across the gas...
a dog dogs a dog while another dog tails and dogs...

This Christmas time, when winter came around,
dear Michael saw some snow in P and Q...

I was peeled
into the shape of a human...

I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store...

If you start joking too much,
people start to take you less seriously...