You see stars in eyes,
dark brown, elapsing into...

I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years...

With fingers
in my lower back, my spine...

One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...

The street looks a little brighter every night,
I wonder if it's really because of me...

boy dives
in sea of books to surf...

I cannot explain the way I feel...
Today...

It was you,
my blues...

Oh come forth, speak to me my Lord,
I need to hear your words...

the faucet
drools non-stop...

Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth...

Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits...