Yesterday
secure abaft a palisade...

So go busy yourself
with slavish tasks...

High speed connections
and neon lights...

Inside my heart
there is this gloom...

Sometimes I feel I might choke on love,
it can seem so heartless and cold...

I could bask along the shorelines
of a man's aquatic soul...

I told him, dreaming is good
it spits stardust on our despondency...

I heard a song today,
it spoke of love...

With bare, unthorned hands
he scraped my little bubblegum heart...

Sometimes I wish my heart
weren't a field of dandelions...

There's this tenderness
inside my chest...

The air smells of honeysuckle,
it's almost too sweet to breathe...