I am standing in peat.
The war drags on...

You always repeat the moons
in your eyes...

The frozen voice hangs on the
door. A crowd waits...

The supermoon was rising with
a great aplomb to shame the stars...

A nascent cry
demands the signature...

Burying
your titanium teeth...

Witch hazel jumps the
gun. Questions arise...

Violence unalloyed.
I want you to hear...

Lashed together
for a better tomorrow...

While peeling
an orange I think of...

When life is done
and parrots are gone...

I write a song
for you which you will...