- Invite a question with your speech, but do not speak.
- Refurbish Latin hieroglyphs from German cherubs sporting clubs...
These thoughts are not angelic; though,
they mold our spirits
(and this is not a dictum from the clouds)
- Let sound perform the theatre we impose on soiled shrouds.
- Peeling back an earthen veil reveals a thirst for angel's blood...
...day-lit narcissus bloom becomes a cannibal by night...
- When we began, we felt the rain upon our tongues and drank
Is this a lie?
Is this a hope, a romance honed by the gradual impoverishment of sensory life?
Drunk on the colors of our raceways...
- The phosphorescent haze of “stop n' go” beamed through a single bead of sweat
