I felt the sting
of a whipping tail...

I walked the pathway,
of my destiny in a dream...

Consumed within a lost generation
of fear and emptiness, I've reached...

I was weaned off of milk weed,
danced upon a summer conversation...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

Its very difficult
to smile during a thunderstorm...

Misty diamonds cascade
over shadows before me...

She whispers tears
within her lines...

Burning coals,
hurting my sanity...

Why do you tolerate
the loony collaborations...

You tossed my desires
within a hazy green...