I want to write a poem
That crow will be my plume...

The curtains on my theatre are never down
And I see it in my mind...

Scarlet eyes tell lies and passion
Shown in your disgraceful fashion...

9 A.M., clock stop
Taxi cab, drop off...

And they call me the class intellectual
Because I fell into that trap once again...

Unsure and exhausted I stand
Fully poised on the edge of the world...

Burn me into radiance to fuel my youth
I shall wilt into this fire...

Rubies never sinned
Or satisfied our hunger...

As snow does to a fire
God will pierce the light...

Sensuous laughter under the daisy-tree-plant
Stickily turning in fire...

..........If
.......You could...

Let's start a revolution!
From each corner of the globe...