Poetry.
Rhythmic fragments and verses.
Bachelor Bird
Some birds don't make out all year long, sad fellas.
Tax Breaks
I'm not the file in this poem. You should see my nails; they are beautiful and aware of the keyboard.
Forsworn to the Paradoxical
I spoke to no one yesterday, not a single stranger.
Cardinal Risks
I take up lime, then I purge colours underneath my skin.
Stimulus
Don't you know a poet could never be just his words; he's also his walls.
10,000 Hours of Foe Sealing
No gang with no hang time!
Bookmaking Good
Lofty as velvety thought sheets; real as the love from the brain.
Darby and Joan
Your rewards, my yeaning.
Protectorate
I hope my poems are yours, just as my rewards are mine.
Collegiates’ Houdiniing
If it's all the same, you might be convinced that you've seen it all.