Free verse
The beauty of your soulonly viewable through your eyesSmiling WeepingLaughingRagingthrough them.A small patch of clothkeeping us…
Perception of life
123
I came down to open up the doors of perception
In certain brilliant linesthe poem gathers force besidethe bottle associated with…
Perhaps I’m stuck behind the window of this car,turning the wheel to mountains and bars,feeling the echo…
in older photosback when you were — I don’t know, twenty-three?the lines of your face weren’t just younger and softeryour eyebrows were…