(From the archive)
Caution you weary days
Travelers on their way
From here to work
Or home, they skirt
By buses they are gurt
Glowing lights of night the street comes
Alive with all sorts of frivolity and fun
We see mouse dance and peacock prance
But the buses are back by morning
Up upon the valley
( Soft skin.) Light taste lack.
Control gone to sleep
Making. Instead of the night.
Wanting inside. Wanting inside.
Tougher was the strength.
Demands. / Anger. / Regrets.
Change and change and change.
Holding together in the answers.
///feeling loss/// of the time///
New time. Is it good? When, when?
Hiding from the same thing.
///! Petal ///
Up in the lonely clouds
The air is cold ice that bites
They say it’s heaven but I can’t feel it
It’s not really that nice
No one to talk to
No one to sing
I am here forever it seems