Stone, pine cone
Cigarette
Mountain
Alone is alone
A bird wound around the branch
Forgive my poised meaninglessness
Mistaken
Cloud
Let’s drive nowhere
Tonight
It won’t be said, but insists
It will be spoke
It won’t be missed
Wriggling in a
Word
I’ve got to go nowhere
Soon
Take my pain with you
It can’t live
Here, alone
