My self is Foreign to me now How I wish that...
Irish dancing tunes Surround my bed, My house, my head We...
Ceiling drips blood-stained secrets Upon me Fury rages like crematory fire...
Playing grown up games Secretly Without a conscience Or a direction...
I am sitting solemn Listening long To your memory I see...
Persian rugs Under fishnet canopy Fallen nose of golden Russian Perfect...
His pride A youthful tongue of Fire agate His jealousy A...
I left my love for Tico In a small world Sisters...
Black asphalt burns Warm red hearts Sitting, sizzling in the sun...
Matters; it was money matters Far from madness, yes? Centipede orchards...