In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...
Green makes
the world...
For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...
I don't know how many shots of vodka
I've had, definitely more than two, clear liquid...
Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless...
I wonder if death
takes us to the sun...
It took me
no second thought...
I miss the night sky...
The real sky at night...
You will never know
Paradise...
Silently I’ve been watching you over the years
Engaged within your world as my aches...
Nineteen years wasnt enough
Even though you were a hundred and thirty three...