Your freckles should not

go like innocence. Sun

was overlapping the galaxies.

I become whole for a while,

when you cry for the blueberry

moon in vain.

Why the night dips into your blue eyes?

No irony. I will wait

for you on the burning deck.

The schism was widening.

An animal living inside me

wants to raise his head.

The loser gets the inky jet

to cover his body. How about

getting a glimpse of lightning

walking down the road?