crocus buds burst forth
peep and poke through dunes of white...

Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing...

at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion...

flaw bearing retinue
fore bearing revenue...

for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...

How have you inked
this palpitant heart...

When your winter breaks into spring
think of new and wonderful things...

In the Mirror...

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider...

If there be but two 
on this twilight moon's...

Fresh and clean
to smell and feel...