"I play this trumpet so I can comfort
those in court who can but frown...
I drive to many places.
I meet many people...
I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...
These scars still remind me
not of the brilliant white...
You know I miss how we were
When I think back to the start...
By grassy edge of gallant pines,
I breathe the effervescent spring...
(it is 2 am.
who is in your thoughts...
My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...
Let’s start this with some counting
One, two, Three...
The earth knows
no religion...
I succumb to the overwhelming shutdown
and my mind begins to slow as I realize...
I followed the others
to the Women’s Baths...