Deadly Ivy     |   home bowel   |   haiku   |   (shaving in extremis)   |   Sonnet(a complaint)   |   Topf&Söhne   |   Symphony#41   |   Sweetheart-   |   Plea for Mercy   |   6.7   |   6.8   |   5.30(W.C.W.)   |   Rationale of Verse   |   Short Poems   |   (spontaneoulsy written)   |   6.6 (Elizabeth) Symphony#41 mozarts jupiter, high and flowing like a breeze, plays against our skin till your head is wont to sneeze: our love is a many splintered thing. and your neck, resting in my palms, is so like audrey hepburns neck, which is thin, and cold that i want to kiss its paleness, and break its colder bone.