Highway expanse
and I'm entranced...
She had
a deep voice...
I hold your palm
face up...
Flying down Hastings street on a skateboard
dancing spasmodically and singing...
O frankness,
O honesty...
Went for a walk today,
through the beats and streets...
Maybe even angels
shoot cocaine from time to time...
She dances ballet in rush hour traffic
Pirouetting and prancing through...