I don’t want to add tothe vitriolthat already circulates
You are golden — brushing out your hair,backlit in the morning sun.
I saw a movie of yoursThe meaning changesThe contradictions existAbsurd I see your clothes…
Often, through gurgles and splashes, I hear the pebbles whisper — I see a fish,its streamlined body with the…
Oh Lord, my God, I fell asleep,
There is no roadwithout a bumpor other carsto get in…