This place echoes the erosion of innocence, and...
I remember a stumbled stagger and a cry of pain...

To Autumn (Ode)
I drifted west under cool autumn breeze...

In forests found fossils and myths of math
Playing in ditches where water had dried...

You light a cigarette softly in your lips
And it sends a smoke screen, a fleeting message...

In the beginning I was the word,
The word was god, in sounds his breathing kept...

Always painted faces and daisy chains.
Bumps and bruises after bicycle rides...

I met the clown through the glass.
His hollow eyes wrapped in sagging skin...

The table was set in the usual way
As we sat around the beautiful buffet...

You light a cigarette softly in your lips
And it sends a smoke screen, a fleeting message...