The soft spoken art teacher
Sing your daily hymns softly into my ear as I brush through the twists in your chamomile garden. The…
It’s survival in the city, when you live from day to day…
Sometimes I am here and here isn’t.The moon is kinky and I learned from the best.
A Poem
Dream of me as you do your android,make me your machine in perpendicularlight, awash with nuts…