Oh how I used to wait for you,
my sweet September...
I'm lost; writing-
a puzzle left unsolved...
I stargaze as
a strawberry crescent bouquet...
My mother once said
if I chase curiosity...
A fragile being strives to never fray
against those that prey upon the frail...
December Rain (Tanka)
Endless betrayal...
Unfolding the long-forgotten
covers of my vapid existence...
My nemesis calls upon me
once again as is her custom...
Waist-deep in thought-
myriad tears fall...
(Song)
It's 12 a.m. and I can't bring myself to sleep...
Useless...
By Newport's waters, I once met
A fair maid on the windy beach...