In your painting the
silence of death was very loud...
Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...
After euthanasia,
I was conversing with a ghost...
You evoke the desire.
I break like bougainvillea leaves...
In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...
Day by day the heat persists,
Don't know how I can exist...
The Breath of Spring is over the land,
With myriad seedlings deep in earth...
The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all...
A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of...
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...
Grayed and heavy cumulus gather overhead,
Attempting to thwart my sunshine endorphins...
It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...