I move these pens about...
No words, thoughts nor rhyme.
Their tears dried out years before
Though some of them, alive.
...
A vagabond
Rests awhile
Atop green movements
Of pasture.
...
She doesn't call.
Quite a long while
Silence beckons her
...
The year has witnessed
Your scheme
Of heartbreaking
And it flickers
...
Have you seen me
Drooling over silence?
I was there
Watching tenants
...
Notice the place where I've fallen
Cold and dead
On an old, old tree:
...
There comes a time
Of silicone bottles
And diapers,
...