My eyes do not vision
madness and destruction...
I
am not...
I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy...
In the world of darkness all i see is evil faces...
Yours was the obscure tongue of my youth.
Paternally familiar...
In all of Paris' grandeur, from Place de la...
to bakery-scented boulevards - I searched for...
Perhaps
I can only hope...
My hand feels the war
raging between my thoughts and pen...
You run, you run hard
In a stiff road...
It's kind of amusing how I thought I could close...
Because even though that box is safely hidden...
Sometimes a warm porch
simply cannot be ignored...
Little Boy fell silently
from uncaring mother's womb...