It'll take a little long
it'll take some lashings...

Plant a seed in Brooklyn
let it grow...

To your poetry
to your heart...

Let me linger for a while
to bask in the shadow of your smile...

Who can resist
being human plain...

Almost october
spring almost over...

Just into the first year
and it means nothing...

A little boy and a little girl
doing their best in a cruel world...

My little ash
it's been a while...

Sickness in my soul
in the pit of my guts...

Life, what is it at any rate
the proverbial stage...

Twenty fifth november
two thousand twelve...