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Twilight

-08.12.2023- The beauty of twilight lies In its moribund life, As if our delight now happens To be alight, when speaks Goodbye. So be it...

Sudden Agency

-06.29.2023- When contemplation became an instant choice, It’s an excuse for frivolous nature Under veiling, vaunting villain’ stead...

Facing. Fence. Friends?

-06.28.2023- It has to be faced; And it IS being faced; But faced guarantees non Of resolutions done; It has only to grip, To fasten, to...

Role Play, Or:

-06.26.2023- Hit upon, turn, and smile Is my impulsive style To tell the pulchritude Of such an aptitude. Aptitude Yes Altitude Yes...

To Luca Stricagnoli

-06.13.2023- Tinder tone twines tempestuous tempo: Simplicity in its most complex form. Punchy peace with David’s aid Lets staging style...

Leafs Dispersed

-05.08.2023- Myriad million sparks lie in front & On busy-stilted sheets, subcelestially slumped, Slugging serene by no means. Still...

Avant Toi

-04.27.2023- Eworms wiggle’ in heavenly halos grown into discrete linage of Spring. Those creatures merged in obsession of yore now dwell...

Mocked Pestilence

-03.09.2023- Because we're laden larders in the street Inserted insects' incest, lewding links Rest' inside, viscous lard has thawed...

A Translation*

-02.25.2023- In whispers hushed, the tale is doomed By grains of time to youth’s own mood. That swirl and choke in noxious blend Of fumes...

Forced Haiku Practice

-09.2022~10.2022- I Fluttering are posts. They’re sopped incognito, Till bubbles popped broke. II Pupils are straggling, Resulting from...

To Roger Federer

-09.29.2022- He’s ever thought to be the mega goat. I never saw him in very real. A rainbow, blooming for tempested boats. That’s his...

Cook My Clothes

-09.17.2022- At a point of the very zenith, Missing is the very first feelings. It has no idea what’s ever passé. So chimera breaks and...

No Clouds

-09.04.2022- It comes and goes; I punt and fold. Dripping is your tears. Crumbling is my fear. Then it returns - goes and returns. Sunset...

A Winter

-09.01.2022- Could it be a winter? Without a bitter. As the sculptor perspires, Arcs etched belong with yore. Withering weathering wind...

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