- The Floor's Truth
I love the rigidness of the floor:
for it is truth.
The bed lies a deceitful tale;
Life is the floor. It is cold; hard....
- Puberty
Pubescence Dawn's with a new hairy uneasiness:
The fact of life, the talk of a man.
Deep stature and a voice that cracks the Earth.
The perfume of life, or just a devilish odour.
...
- An Afternoon's Downpour
Rags canvassing the obscured windshield-
Oh, how futile the effort.
Loud mumblings of people aloft;
My eyes I do for bright lights shield.
...