Our love has gone from
hard cover to soft
The words between us typed,
...
Existential—transcendent,
my words free to leave
Though rooted inside me,
...
Is it a memory that pushes
the future away
As wishes embody our souls
...
Do you spend twenty percent of your time
acquiring your beliefs
And eighty percent of your time
...
Where fixes the point of no return,
fixes the point assured
Where fixes the point of no return
...
Seventeen children
on a highway to hell
Thumbs out—noses down,
...
The Blues fills my memory,
all emptiness gone
Its Harp laying claim,
...