Indulgence.The decadence ofwritten word will not sufferfate dead and buried.
Desired.Calendar smut gluedas holy murals on walls.How do I compete?
Conflict.Last time Winter broughta boy in tears, pawn conflict,and heartstrings sharpened.
Sexuality.My mother asked once,"Do you even like girls?" Ilaughed, "I like no one."
Bloom.Answer my heat withcold compress of written word;I will bloom within.
Photosynthesis.My love is meadowwhere the flowers grow for you;sunlight eternal.
Letters.I crave taste of daywhen your thoughts are brought to lifein text horizon.
Chained.I dreamt you were here,your arms in place of shackles;captured, happy, free.
Fontanel.I can't write haikuswithout subconscious reveals.My brain is exposed.
GraceIn the fresh perfectNo one can earnHow soon pride must fail.
The Stillness of Nibbana's Ever PassingBring in the stillnessOf Nibbana's ever passing.Always until we meet again.Never embracing the stillness.Always,Always,Contemplating the stillnessOf Nibbana's ever passing.May we always remember the stillnessOf Nibbana's ever passing.
Craters If, to you, it's all the same,I'd like to go now;I have craters to fill in. A shooting star camefrom Andromeda,And fractured my sternum as I cauterised,waiting for it to go away.I need to fix what it did.I need to fix myself.
Wanted.Seeking silhouette:Read me poetry while ICry feverishly