I never think of her
Never when the wind is chill...

Sometimes my mind wanders after a young night’s...
especially when undecided between writing a 4am...

Much was important
things I could not do without...

Sometimes you must kick
the beast or it may forget...

I was a young man
and I spoke in symbols...

In life he was ever oppressed
but always gave life a hard time...

Counting again - dammit:
steps, calories, lights, days...

You have tamed this small beast
who came to us bedraggled...

Rain mists onto a moonlit asphalt path
twisting through silhouetted trunks...

Draught in the Desert
Spring came early here...

You fall on me like a torrent
amidst the worst drought...

Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...