The grasses freshly cut in lines
of intention. Leaning forward...
You like to strip yourself
with the light behind you, your...
Amber shades are mere reflections
of a time long ago, hidden twixt...
Chained to a future inescapable
Hurting eyes ignored in front of greed...
Spontaneous. Instantaneous. Our thoughts are
like time bombs marking away...
You are not obligated
to pick a brush and paint...
I daily traverse
a flat terrain of logic...
Wake up.
It's cold coffee again, and she tells me...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
Worry is a white
fox, a snowy ermine...
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...