in thought i weave

i spoke the past

close and near

a tree

i call you weed

seagulls - pigeons

i explore a

crystal meth

do tomatoes

gradually i shrink

now that i am

the clock ticks

i touch a

spit on me

losing you

let me spin

i speak with

there is a ghost

when i wander

i love the night

i forget my

we are so much

don't look ahead

an inside self

will the air

we stole the

day slips into

you think you see

a leaf fell

you and you

why are we here

i could work

i am a marvelous

i walk i work

i sometimes waken

how strange

everything is close

as grass absorbs

you spoke as if

do we do it

i walk home