Incidentally a
climbing world champion,

elegant hurdler
despite cramping in bed,
a dusty one at that.
—
Riches to come, decisions
to be overruled.

Leave it up
to imagination, ay.

Forte-incredible, majestic,
indispensable.

Irrational deception,
I just about deceive myself.

Energy rules the curse
where I come from, now,
baby, give me yours.

Fresh, and tainted are
the milestones of my heart.

There is a
garden waiting for me,

but whose is most like
a desert?

Words that curse,
drugs that bring you
back this way,

unblinking as an
untouched forest.