And the day bleeds into nightfall.

The

night whispered

to

him

The hall applauded

The

white coat moved

out

…And her thoughts went down the lane

toward the field, the hedge, the trees –

The sword is the worst argument

that can be used

The sky lamp of the night

He

smiled a sweet smile of a crocodile

Life

was a hollow shell all round him

Give

me a coffee, please.