There you will glimpse the portal to the self and cherish it. Your excuses were nailed to a tree then resurrected.
You well know about my penchant for dismay. This night is a lamp in the moon.
The doors of autumn are rusting. What miracle plays hide-and-seek with the afternoon?
She walks half-mad statues. A thick smoke of reckoning collides against her sky. Where he’d lost it.
Close the ghostly curtains of dimes.
Every tremor in the sea is an exploration of eternity.
You left your heart at the theater and never went back for it.
Scenes from summer, like a frieze. A reef of pillows lines the bed.
Solemn hour of newborns, birds insult the air. My lust is a picturesque pier.
How to describe a life’s cleavage? There is a silly hymn called ecstasy with white, aquatic eyes.
There are bridges in my pores and blades in my blood.
The legendary beauty is a transparency of the first magnitude. Of circular robes and occasional stars.
Blueish is the sky of artifice above the ruins of history.
Scissor arpeggios from your favorite song. Tread water in his memory.
Lunch on Time's jambalaya.