...a phantom weight of roller skates with no bonesto ferry clinging to the ankles, uprooting the deadnow just a shadow of nostalgia in an empty cup with dredges of dear bitter-sweet Sherry whisperingno soles for the flit of feet...

...anon shadows fall in headlights gathering fabrics of souls falling deeper into the night as the radio confesses life's innersanctum in the periphery, reflecting the city of infinite obscurity pulling asphaltover the wool

I kiss my Delilah,molten love pours from my soul,igniting her with sweet madness.  I melt her with flattery,as fire does to snow. In wakeful dreams I am not alone.