The sky grips a cloudy shade of gray between its teeththe ground under the man’s feet…
Pillow:An object to throwWhether you're high Or feeling low
The atmosphere is electric My spirits now take flight A metamorphosis of the body I now…
Where is happiness?In children’s eyesin front of a bright-lit Christmas tree.What is beauty…
I fill the yawning gap With anything that will fit
You’d think it would be easier,all those left behind, holding hands,another year has passed, longing…