Damn, if he doesn’t look just like you He will I...
You just barged in On my glass-faced 50’ bamboo shoot With...
We have kissed Connected, killed Affectionately Dowsed and drown Suspicion A...
Drifted From planes of reality to The extent of our imaginations...
Strawberry stained Summer rain A gypsy woman asks my name “your...
So simple Avoiding confrontation As if it were some kind of...
Playing grown up games Secretly Without a conscience Or a direction...
Tonight Toni and I were given the grand tour of Jasu’s...
Black asphalt burns Warm red hearts Sitting, sizzling in the sun...
Grey ghost In rags you dress Appropriate on occasion Numbered days...