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...
"Retreat within the mind evisioning
the place where your serenity resides...
Yours was the obscure tongue of my youth.
Paternally familiar...
Tonight, my heart was moved in a way
I hadn't let happen for many days...
The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...
It's not yet winter and we're already hunting for...
if not cotton, and somehow, as sales seasons sneak...
I patiently count each twinkling star
that appears in the sky tonight...
A little flower
sprayed with human pesticides...
Half dead from running,
up to my waist in rice patty mud...
In all of Paris' grandeur, from Place de la...
to bakery-scented boulevards - I searched for...
I've anointed the crown of a babies
mind with dust from a hearted spirit...