Laps in the Thought Pool

Repetitive thoughts

Of books; more books… and longing. 

I wish it would rain. 

Week Two-Apocalyptic Tea Talk

World made of jello,

Is all too complicated.  

I think I’ll just have tea. 

Asleep on the Sofa


How do I love you? 

I love you like I love rain,

Tea, pho and matè. 

Hunting Bares


I want to be born from the beauty of dead things. 

Not bound to a vessel that’s dying. 

Let’s go hunting. 

In the Attic of my Mind

  
Say boy, are you dead? 

Lips of blue and fingers cold. 

I will lie with you.