Maybe it's for different minds
of different flocks of feathers, but...

Softly spoken words of wisdom
Open up your heart then speak to me...

Delving deep, a shallow place
Nothingness wraps her arms...

Wet cement wreaks of
newspapers and cigarettes...

Clear beads cloud my brow
As I roll my head back on my neck...

Dawn streams onto my naked lap
sitting by a window...

Thunder crackling from the skies
on a cantankerous wintry eve...

They are the same
Waving homemade banners...

By Theophile Marzials [rewritten by me]
He barges down in the river...

Ice crystals
fallen in the snow...

You could never know.
You want to know how I feel...

When you hear your name slip sweetly from her...
Dripping in beads of nectar, her azucar...