Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word

Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.

Around her neck Hangs an emerald line, Dotted with sun-facing flowers; Silky smooth, speaks her mind. This line brings this poet

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call