Let me sing you a song dear,
of moors wide and skies clear...
Tonight I'm sipping nostalgia bitterly
from a chipped mug. Hunched over...
Out on the streets are
concrete waves, frozen...
Preheat an oven to 350 degrees,
combine words to sugar...
Midnight's in bloom for the first time,
but it's wilting, and I'm...
How trite it would taste
if I begin to paint you in blue and white...
Cabeza:*
"We are the hollow men...
I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet...
Fathering a goat herder,
Mothering its father...
Leisurely she wanders
tiptoeing, gallivanting and...
"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest...
She's spinning out of control
and it's all I can do not to hold her as she...