Lids hug each other;
this type of love makes one dream...

Ah just breath, woman
You are alright. Shake your hands...

To live is to breathe
as to breathe is to inhale then to exhale...

I watched as the rain fell drop over drop
on the asphalt of a dusky street...

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

Acclimatize my house of reason, dear Jesus.
These seasons are treasons of an evil beacon...

Poetry, you were but specks of dust underneath the...
crumbles of cookie Oreo next to my touch pad...

I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill...

Something is Off and it’s not the light.
The room is illuminated...

At a village,
An old man said to a young girl...

As I walk the streets,
and as the sunsets...

One day, the Dust said to a Broom,
“Love, sweep me off the floor...