Got my southwest ticket and im off to the moon. In search of the one that left earth to soon. They told me she’s gone but not where she went. So I tell them I’ll search till my energy’s spent. They look at me strange and I don’t understand. They say nana went off to an unreachable land. What do you mean? where did she go? Tell me now! Its important I know! With a long heavy sigh and a scratch on the head they tell me heaven’s the location of nana’s new bed. Locked in my room with only the sound of weeping. Growing so tired it turns into sleeping. I wake the next morning smile on my face. During my sleep I saw nana’s new place. Seeing her again was a remarkable sight. So let me ask you, have you ever been to heaven at night?
I hate the self-immolation of orange sex. Weather was leaving blue strings on the skin. Redemption was incomplete by sharing the legs Lips will not knead the ears. Like wakng in darkness for a passage to grief. Black moon will
A volcanic kiss was becoming ungreen. The shark was coming. All night it was raining. The sap was rising and love-farm was deluged. A blue moon walks on the dry eyes. Why the tears had gone to exile? A mole
The dark clouds are rolling in quickly, wild wind blows fast and fiercely Many leaves and twigs start twirling around and circling Feeling like Edgar Allen Poe, In the distance I can hear some echo’s Of many dog’s barking in
Pillage started, when there were anti-answers. The trapped light- wanted to be released, from brutalism. When you were nearly drowned, in the multitude of questions, joining the palms, you collect the moments of solitude. You drop a key in the
As the sun dives into the beguiling sky And the darkness is about to smear the vault of heaven. The mind, then wanders the lonesome places. The moment , when the mollified region is filled with despondency. The night, then