Reborn In A New WorldInserting the keyIn my heart, he unlocks longForgotten passion.Awakened in this new world,I am but a child reborn.
Grant A WishEven if he failsTo notice me, my smile willNever fade in time.My heart won’t give up, I’ll stillWish upon the brightest star.
Sweetest SoundMy shrill roars of “Pull!”Rivals that of Ares whenDiscuses let rip.Their disintegration byMy gun is the sweetest sound.
Why Not Me?It should have been me,I can see it in your eyes; sheDoesn’t know of us.You’ve always pictured me asYour bride, I hope you wise up.
Vacant MindHe’s quite not all there;The light bulb remains unusedAfter two decades.His favourite pastime consistsOf burning buildings and towns.
Have A TasteIf songs are morselsMy head will implode from sweetOrgasmic delight.I’ll gladly indulge, stuff bothEars with bass, rhythm and soul.
Furry Hitch HikerCruising along theClear freeway, hitting forty,Freedom’s my compass.What caused me to stop and stareIs a hitchhiking black bear.
Even In DeathIt seems like good oldYesterday you, my sweet boy,Gurgled in your cot.Now as you lay here silentAnd cold, you’re serene in death.
Clumsy FootingI’m no dancing queen,I have no rhythm at all,Frequently tripping.Clear the dance floor pronto orI’ll tackle you down with me.
a flyfizzing fly in glass.night bitter and darkening,fly, freed, among rain.
La LuneHera's pendant restsAgainst a dark'ning sky;The winking sequinsOn her sable, velvet gownReflect the light of her eyes.
Nous sommes l'emeraudesSupporting the weightOf a heavy atmosphereEmerald pillars rise;Our distorted perspectiveLeaves us musing over worth.
Cold Thoughts一緒に冷たいと思考と沈黙。いっしょにつめたいとしこうとちんもく。(Cold and thoughts and silence together.)
Frost IV.Ghosts tarry at my window,Scripting sad sonnets with their cold breath--The crystal ink of winter.
Frost III. (Demeter)Demeter paints with her sighsOn the barren branches of the trees,Pining sorely for the Spring.
Frost II.The dust of snow fairy wingsIs left glittering on the windowWhere they lingered, seeking warmth.
Frost I.Tiny diamonds strewn, winkingIn silver rays of moonlight o'er bladesOf grass that we've trodden down.
Snowflake FanciesThe plume of a sprite--Which she plucked from her mantle--Is left glitteringOn her downy bed of grass;Soft frosty feathers of snow.
Moon RitualsHear our ghostly criesDuring the traditionalLunar dance tonight.