What are you afraid of, sitting so quietly in the shadows thatlightdoes not seem to touch any aspect of you and only the frail heatof your shivers registers as I pass by?I?I am merely passing here, a copper shell of a man, well on my way,closing the...

when all that remains is the chitinous ballflesh charred to flakes of carbon and wispsof smoke, broken vessel cleaned up in firesthat consumed all but the memories of painsfanned into an inferno of a self-immolationthat all that remains is the...

I kissed you, and you dared to cross the lineI drew in a virtual sand with a metaphorical toe, the wineirrelevant to my passion, for I am sober on all thingsbut the drunken stagger in my walk when I hear you talkand think of your voice in my ear,...

shall I follow where calls the siren?Odysseus was wise enough to have himself boundthat he might not, yet still hear the song.I am not so clever.and so my choice is whether to walk away, doubting wordsthat promise paradise, as they are born of...

glide across the nebulae.swim, with grace, on a methane sea.you can become all you would dare to beif you join in the dance of the decades.the eyes of the poet, in sorrow, once shone...but they have grown hollow, and all alonehe ponders on planets...