Every day I learn something new,
'casionally, I find, one that's true...
Baby hold open
your hand for me...
The stretched out time we endure
Is coated in the silence of unspoken words...
Gender roles...
You are a chiseled masterpiece in a phantom time,
Your lines bear proof of a forbidden love...
At the end of falling raindrops that mingled with...
At the end of each every rainfall lies a mystical...
Guns at the ready
Getting prepared to fire...
discarded condoms
on streets use to be the worst...
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear
Tales of joy ringing off the rooftops...
Fine is sand,
Fine is skin...
Seas can be blue,
Seas can be green...
Incessant flies are buzzing
In these fire-hydrant times...