Small dandelion, How can you be everywhere? Are you the scion, Peeking from that sidewalk lair, Of my lawn, distant and fair? ...Read more

Three people were talking about life and death. The florescent room hummed with indignation, Saying, "What do you know of hardship? Here you stand, consequence dismissed!" Wind whistled through an open window. One claims to be the sort who, With heroism of old, would rush Into danger headlong; mo...Read more

A glass of natural Spring that feels like Summer to be drank in Winter; a gift from the old gods of the mountains, when we were whole and pure, traveling by foot along the breadth of everything. Incredients: - St. Augustine Water - Fresh tobacco - Juniper berries - Rose petals - Fresh ginger ...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. From the outset of individuality, There was never any escape From the inverse cyclicality Modern economics dictate For the trade of personality Against futures of the heart And puppy love sentimentality. I am whatever you say I Am not the one left standing; There is a ...Read more

With crooked lines I trace The creases of my face. They deepen more and more, In every open space, And taunt me from the pores. But are they truly there? Even when I stop, stare: My eyes are known to lie, Still kept with our affair, Still in bed at Shanghai. The odor of the tea That blended you...Read more

The bleak And dead Winter! How I have missed you so! The chill of your breath brings me home Again. ...Read more

In solitary air divine, Please watch my heart and soul entwine; What's lost is gone, though here we be: The night and you, fore'er with me. Shall here I wake in life's refrain, That tyrant ghost of habit reign, Bless my day from stars above To stifle still my mourning love. To dream at all, to ...Read more

Roi ne suis, Though here be wealth and land; Towers grown up, and here to stand, Mustered full, with armies at command. ne prince ne duc, Some whelp done up in godly dress— Imposter! Handed power in excess; No! none of these impress. ne comte assui, And bless the city-serf with flaccid lord, Who...Read more

Let go your burdened mask, Let rest those heavy eyes; Reprieve yourself the act So often self-denied. Sun-kissed by window rays In wondrous light reply, A miracle for days, Each holy one, wholly mine: The softness of your smile, Bereft of daily fine, Uplifted by birdsong, Of little larks' design; ...Read more

Behold! Thy truant name be called Amidst the still-lingering crowd. Come! Be ye not here? In childhood, That which were so solemnly vowed: By rights, serenity enwalled Upon soil of lyric greenwood. Wherefore be ye not here, with me? What scandal hath arose? Eschew Thy slow intent and words misga...Read more