Consciousness the verve of a blue sky
the dirge of your silence
Roses bloom
Time descends like a waning moon
Can I love?
Summer suppresses despair
Wires hang on the renault image
Beckoned like Shakespearean thespians
Roles of the gypsy islands
Beneath the prisons wake
Every face is a hallway of pearls
Leather sex escape
Soft sweet erudite
Enablers become partners
Perfume like burning Pompey
My muse is afraid of love
Black and white lovers
We expose all the family
We ride the waves of rejection
Terrible voices like lonely motels
Your lover has no clean slate
The thunder rolls
Cowboys kill indians
Metaphors in the wind
She wants heroes
Her hero fades like summer
Change without gold
Barren sands leaving bones
Respect in the prehistoric lime
Love is the only hero with wings
All the heroes wait for the green grass
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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