Here follow some poems I have written in the past few years. I'm sitting under a tree and leaves keep dropping off and hitting me. Maybe if I sit here long enough, I'll be buried under leaves. I feel like a pile of burning leaves.
Summer is over and the fall is here.
My autumnal flesh, already losing its shine, I tumble towards my december. Easter Week i. I woke at dawn to find the whispering frog in my ear dead plaguing me with promises dead the whole time ii.