Observe (poem)

There's noise outside these glass windows
A creaking, silent, see-through sea
Behind blades of grass are bouncy balls
And the wind can shake once steady tree

Now cars and planes go zooming by
Not slowing down for yesterday
The conscience of them all can't hide
And, pretty soon, they'll be its prey

You're sitting there with empathy
They're tearing you apart
It's making me the worse for wear
And you don't even seem to care

Inferiority Complex (experimental music)

Chicago (photo album)

First Impressions (poem)

Two little birdies
Sitting in a tree
Wandering dreamscapes
Eternally

Hear them through concrete
I swear that I can
And that’s how our lovely
Enigma began

Your eyes met mine
The start of the end
When apathy met irony
And they became friend

And if darkness is simply
The absence of light
Then what am I
Without you tonight?