An orange

is curious and furious.


I pick out one of mine

sitting on a long seat.


A pen can't scribble out the feelings.

The bench on the beach should peel.


I'm compassion for myself like a hot syrup.

The front porch protects me.


A vulgarly sentence uses words sweetheart and love.

There was a heavy sea,

which you didn't see.


It's out of order

speak louder,

when the beach sleeps

under shyly moonlit sheets.


A yellow blotch

scatters and shudders

on the way by.