Maybe even angels
shoot cocaine from time to time...

She had
a deep voice...

Highway expanse
and I'm entranced...

Went for a walk today,
through the beats and streets...

O frankness,
O honesty...

Flying down Hastings street on a skateboard
dancing spasmodically and singing...

I hold your palm
face up...

She dances ballet in rush hour traffic
Pirouetting and prancing through...