He comes And goes He rarely throws Me only bits Of...
He left me Twelve red roses I’m pretending it was you....
Whatever comes to mind Be it rain Or fog Or sleep...
Would it please m’lord To hear me say I love thee...
The moon She smiles at me Above all billowous masses Below...
The mountain burned bright Darkness has passed and left me to...
Guilt manifested by love On impaired sheets of cotton We wear...
What is this family of wild manimals? A pride of carnivores,...
The countdown has begun Young man’s mind Gone to porridge In...
Ceiling fan head matter Transgress Word world communication To bungling existentialist...