Sweet summer substance,
the warmth of her rays...
You like to strip yourself
with the light behind you, your...
Amber shades are mere reflections
of a time long ago, hidden twixt...
Wake up.
It's cold coffee again, and she tells me...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
I am from the olden days
from common sense...
Can you see the colors
of the beautiful ocean...
I like to see a little girl
playing with her brother's friends...
Early days
seized chaos...
It's one o'clock in the morning
Silence has settled in the darkness...
On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...
I am from magazines with ripped out pictures,
Pouring out of boxes...