introspection is violent
mindless
silence reprimands
our kindness
tired eyes drift off
hours lost in intra-course
sordid thoughts
of getting lost in spain
mainline the veins
dance in stained underpants
smart men are sailors
the semantics
that they gave us
burn us out
forensics are lost
on foreigners
it will cost you
a pretty penny
those shoes are worth many
soldiers depart
like bottles of art
cartons of copper pennies
in rolls
as kids we counted them
do you smell the furnace
those gifts
are always welcome
be aware of the hearts
you break