Mother,
Yesterday, I hid the sun underneath my tongue...

I
Sometimes...

Let me close my eyes into oblivion
like a forgotten language in the tip of my tongue...

If I were an small island firmly rested on the...
my possibility of no longer being an island...

A human
skins lions...

A boxer
boxes men...

A cricket
bugs a frog...

When you read some of my poetry,
I would like you to be...

Lord
You are not the sun across the mountains...

I cannot find THAT
which I've been searching within the hays of time...

I dreamt I was a bench
where people sat to see...

Professor Cortese, with all due respect,
I bring my self to take more than one step...