Bicycle That Looks Like A Motorcycle

Notes On the wave of today

time flowing, time line
We bullies, we model
opposite side scatters
furrows shovel
Life goes by, life
We piercing ice, we reversed our
fuzzy body hostage
From its evils in our hearts like rain
crystals

Ecrins fragile and delicate of all words or awkward
Skilled
Love dance, love starts
We prevails, we shade
Sacred Fire, crazy trance
To eyes in which drown
Our dreams and our doubts
time that we did Our lies not
routed
Our weaknesses, our missteps
Living again
touch with one hand raised hesitantly
Tomorrows
Like young love
Sweep the sand
The scum of our sorrows
write Y
ballad Of all our joys.

Making Sweet Popcorn In A Popcorn Maker

Scene Fall

Now the wind picks up and drops it. Hunched and immobile, rocked by the hiss that breaks the silence. Wind is the wolf, the wolf is invented.

the hollow of his arpeggios, at the height of his rhythm, it melts into melody, bubbling notes inaudible. There she
to hear, as he is to wear them. They swell and stretch it to blow up the throat. Not an echo, not a whisper.

Singing wings, takes his pain, storm off. Behind the door on the ground rumbles, the rain that beats. Drops seep, flooding the floor.

knees in the puddle, it flaps its sponge dark doubts liquefied.