He painted my skin with graceful bars
smudged in awestruck pen & falling hand...
I was writing like someone talking on fox
Moderators put me in a penalty box...
Remember that roof at the top of the hill
where the silence grew thick...
I rise,
'til stilts beneath my feet...
I'm going to buy one final boat,
And this one will have flare...
Love
my new...
My heart
not so stupid anymore...
For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...
With the wings, they escape my thoughts.
With a coal, they burn my imagination...
I may wear a yellow dress
to laugh at the mad waves...
Carefree life they lead with a smile
Hiding mischievous thought in their eyes...
Come again, be a sight I desire wrapped in
a further unforeseen summer...