i see you there across the way and there's something about the way you say not that i hear as i can only see but your hands are moving...

my voice got lost in my shirt as i pulled it over my head and i wondered if anyone had heard what i said there was a muffle but not much...

the next poem seems within me yet somewhere nestled deep and out the moment of birthing panic it will finally be free there is a verse to...

my mind is a barren cage from which my canaries have taken flight to sing for more fulfilling grains than what i cast tonight my heart is...

Shadows of wings of missile-clad, military aircraft fly across the wet reflections of my human on the shower floor. I sigh at what...