Tantalus I have turned when tired or tight to the twin who should be ghosting in on my blind side, disappearing like mist on a glass ...

Great man Behind the veil of immaculate speeches and harsh promises they would lie down, naked, and she would stroke him, her fingertips...

The same thing we do to a cigarette we do to memories as well: Throughout the night we let it burn, Then flatten it under our shoes...