Reminiscences of you
always come back to me...
Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...
A little cream, with a little sugar,
prevents the blackness from tasting bitter...
Four - Three! Four - Three?
The City stink...
Just sit me down in this four-walled space of...
Leave me alone, unplug the phone in this bland...
Shall I compare you to another month?
You are as cold as March as I can tell...
I learned your name from the crystalline ghosts
when moon was germinating your reflection on the...
Bye, Bye, Butterfree.
Oh dearest nightfall...
I love the night's heart
when you must dig hard inside...
Was it you last night?
Like a recurring dream...
I want to roll
in mud and smell...
fairy fantastic Irish setter
wrapped in a dream...