Some seven.

Every
touch
restricted
the deadly cut
play pretend
tell me
that you
love me
if only
for a brief
turn of the page
cycle
cycle
turn to dust
die
giant
possessing nothing
but the sweet
cold
hopeless romantic
that dreams.

Authentic
Natural
swept flies
the guests
sweet songs
piano rising
the keys surface
gone
life lived
back between
childhood
these empty days
the blue
eye shadow
emotional
purgatory
the caress
the blades
of guns
watching
and
waiting

Made
How often
the points
pin down
mountains
the warbled
imagination
rise
head up
the short
swift cuts
on middle finger
and
index
pose
pale
from the blood
quick
breath big gulps
e m p t y

Application
blue
pool cube
the complex
circle
empty and row
thick skin beat
how vultures
tear
the pace
of the game
naked necks
taking meat
love your buddy
monitor the skies
starlings
following
the flies
exploit the feast
empty
bulging with stars.

Well.
thin
the size creeps
i dare
not answer
the door

Loud
How
they cry
silk
the surprise
of the night
this empty
word
called
love.

tell
down broken
push silly
sharp teeth