Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...

Today, I'll write a sonnet. Yes, today.
And so, I'm here with hands on keyboard, and...

I write and write
to write what I wish to write...

a drink on the brink of falling,
oh falling...

an apple and an Apricot
appear afore an ape...

When I don't think,
I feel I worry like a non-sticky pan burning on a...

a bird soars
opening its wings...

A wild rose
flowers thorns...

You how the clock ticks?
well, it ticks...

When cellulite appears before my eyes
I see the dimples on the skin with fright...

a bone without meat
the chewing heard amidst the street...

draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets...