the guiness book of
record's spine will break under...

To see the soldiers dance with joy
For they were going home...

pollution and smoke, we
gift our lungs...

Please,
evict me from this utopia...

How can I dream,
Nor even hope...

she would light her cigarettes
by striking matches on my cheek...

~~~
In fields and vales, we spent our days...

after greed takes all,
there's nothing left but flower...

I will, to love, give all God's speed,
And pluck the thorns and oust the weeds...

with tweezers laced with gossamer and scented with...
you picked the shrapnel from my war-torn heart and...

It has finally dawned on me as I sit in this foggy...
That I have lost too many hours attempting to...

I longed for lust but only found
A map to love and pain...