2014.

A grudging habit
made up of locks and bondage.
A forced surrender.

2013.

A face pressed down in-
to those ribs for completion.
But masks never count.

2012.

A psalm of fingers,
spread like hungry starfish on
your skin. Still hungry.

2011.

A will to swallow
down another heart's soul. Our
mouths flush with romance.

2010.

Where intimacy
becomes a matter of screens
instead of bodies.

2009.

Culpable guilt points
back at everyone in the
room. We're such liars.

2008.

Held up by days when
every word seems to hold the
same meaning. Circles.

2007.

Harsh words masked as soft
daggers. Cutting up speakers
from the inside out.

2006.

Because these machines
are made up of such fragile
parts. Handle gently.

2005.

It's all fire and
ashes now. A life coated
in muted embers.

2004.

An embodiment
of the outward, painted in.
A slow surrender.

2003.

Instead focus on
the beauty of a season
lit up by wonder.

2002.

A drugged specter for
the paranoid. Lost children
of the waning times.

2001.

Inconsolable
intentions. Stunted progress
set continual.