Shell electric, yell, oh yellow girl, you’ve pearl swirls on your back, curl bolts inside electrocuting me to you, you to me, then shock echoes back, me to you. Spells Antarctic, snow, oh snowbow girl, you’ve sleet furl…

Poet, Every few centimeters It’s words, then like windowpanes -- inside and outside divis- sively exist -- like Ultraviolet, silence can’t burn you through; it’s words, placed ever- so-few centimeterly, devis- stating in…

Poet, expect the potent words to hurt you, most. Don't create ("cre⋅ate [kreey-eyt] -verb (used with object) to cause to come into being, as something unique that would not naturally evolve or that is not made by ordin…

‘went to a tea party with Father Time, an’ he loved us like old friends at bedtime. “You’ll have the best lives,” he rhymed, “If you remember you’re alive this one time and have such a perceptive conscious mind toward wh…

Morning, I’m cold; I stir from sleep to your phone call. You’re getting ready for church. I say how Blue and lovely you look. (My car in this parking lot. Blankets and pillows; the back seat.) Why, you’ve turned ever…