Porcelain with purple lace
Sitting pretty as I wait
Free from faith and memory
Hang my head in disbelief
Dim sun rising
Keep me idle
Save my skin from surfacing
Mother Mercy
Never fail me
Shield my shrinking eyes
Joy is a light that eats itself alive
Between the shadow and the shade
Paper casket for a shallow garden-grave
Old before our time
Dogstar looming overhead
Palm-cradled insect
Just some pet you kept unable
Perfumed corpses of the West
Jealousy in retrospect
Second coming came too late to stem the tide
Washed away in time