Fam’lies in the Park
together - playing - grilling...
For a while
embrace...
Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
“When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...
Can you play the memory game?
Who was wrong...
I knew this was what I wanted,
Though your heart seems broken...
Mardi Gras
The floats rumble...
Holiness
It's just a feeling of fulfilment...
Mr. James Dean,
always there...
Take a chance
And roll the dice...
I let my worries fall into water
my body leaning against my favorite tree...
To all who have ever been mistreated by this...
You parade in in expensive ties...
A cork pops, giving a surprising scare,
As champagne spews high into the night air...