Once, when we were younger
I painted everything red...

I think maybe
I'll bite my tongue...

Maybe I'll write a thousand poems
and I can change the world...

To my phat rodent,
from your fuzzy wuzzy bear...

She stands there
so lost..so alone...

Oh, such a sweetly falling snow
that insulates the inside of...

Before my eyes i see beauty open
i watch you grow and blossom...

In the inky shadows
rests a clock...

A different scarlet artist
collapses into herself...

I am an anti-depressent
an anti-drug...

I hate to play the jealous one,
with her pretty pistole on her head...

Friday night
the lights are dim...