Their heads are in the clouds.   They seem to float with eyes content staring into cell phone screens, soaking up dopamine like hummingbirds hovering above nectar.   I watch them, witness them on streets, benches, trains.   Their moods are contemplative as they wander from here to there.   Wandering down streets, meandering above the ground.   They roam like clouds, seemingly unaware of...

Insanity is the hypotenuse of one's mind a right angle of reason splayed too widethe ghost of Pythagoras a catcher in the rye measured by the tsunami in the cerebellumwhen the rain falls mainly on the plainssipping the laudadum...

Before this flame  I fall again,   Into shaken bliss,  Adrift, trembling, consumed   Begging to be hostage  Of the current's kiss,   In your carnal heated waters. I long to be covered,  To drown  In this dream of fire,   I ache with pleasure, Unchained, unbound.   Before that flame  I rise again,   Into trembling bliss. Awake, breathless,...