I made crumblewith the apple of Eden,and asked the serpentfor some custard.
In the moments between the meetingsI stop and think of her smiling eyesAnd the way they looked at me…
Of few words, this morning.Thinking about the dream I dreamt.Renunciation.A constellation of renunciations.There are those which…
You never fill that spot inside you that pleads for loveYou just tryUntil your futile foolishness has given it everythingAnd all that’s leftIs…