Flow means this moment.
Now flows like a candle light...
my senses can sometimes betray me
some days my ears can hear what my eyes cannot see...
In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
The moon,
draped in a curtain of silk...
Green makes
the world...
For the nurses they are old lesions
but for the patients...
I don't know how many shots of vodka
I've had, definitely more than two, clear liquid...
There is sorrow in
knowing the best...
Embrace me to the soul
then ditch me boneless...
I wonder if death
takes us to the sun...
It took me
no second thought...
I miss the night sky...
The real sky at night...