The city slept when the dark shadow passed overhead.
When I die I hope they say I was tenaciousI hope they say I wrapped my chubby, pale fingers around the world and…
— A Poem
What did I do wrong?I lavished love, lacking stint,With possessiveness, a tint.I stood by your side…
Noelia, come to me.
Let me wipe your tears,
With furious joy and rapacious delight, It really would be such a thrill toAllow sparkling anger to set me alightWith furious joy…
Carpenter am I, a crafts-