I wrinkled my face up in the glare and warmth of the sun. I baked easy in the hovering heat and my spot-speckled skin ate up the rays and swallowed deeply.

wrap me in the soft, cool blanket of night. waning,the moon peers down at melike the heavy-lidded eye of some cyclops. and if I be lost like poor Odysseus,cloak me in the soft, warm wool of night. and if my eyes fail me like old Tiresias,stitch the cloth with…

the rain on the windowhammers out a symphonyfor ninety Underwoodsand oh what a savage performanceit does take to soothe this beast

I carry my green heart to where you lie sweetly sleeping in our pink garden of love. Pink petals glowing in darkness like roses on fire...

We got Bob Dylan on the wall wriggling from the lack of music and light among the spheres A great doubt has been raised and can be seen from far, far away for they are even afraid now in heaven that things can’t be going right and to

When the sky was thinner and water faster, we would chase the falling stars.

holland's hope and hawaii skunk god's one true gift to mankind

She administers the alkaloids slowly, soaking the muscles in blight, the body tissue beneath into corrosion.