The child was lovely
born with a flood of kids
with golden tongue
and silky steps
...
I saw an Ant
struggle in pain
it went for food
when the rain flood
...
Peeping
at night
into the sky
I could see
...
The clock is very fast
when the dying second parts
before the thought is completed
before the full word is uttered
...
Sweet thoughts
floated
slowly putting me to sleep
...
A virgin
for one
you can tell
when you meet first
...
like a dropof rain
for the parched brain
the idea came flashing
and downpoured dashing
...
You touched me
in my dreams
I felt you
and let out screams
...
You touched me
with a hand
oh no, with a harp
with the cool air
...