Three Little Words
Heavy as lead...
Life is an interlude
between two deaths...
Sometimes I think I am a flower
I cannot tell myself apart from one...
Without contrast there
is no vision. Darkness is...
Footprints in the snow;
snapshots of your past...
It tore you to the stork
the hardest jail you’ll know...
The space is as the result of
our disunion...
A book not written
Will never be the same thing...
You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...
Something immeasurable and dissonant
still soft and sensual...
So much pain that I feel on a daily basis.
Yet it's not physical more mental then anything...
One of my favourite toy when I was young,
Was a wind-up little drummer boy...