recognition

it’s a small enough town that I’d seen her before broken down, Broken down I just need a little more. So I wound up with police everywhere; a new face, she’d never recognize even the dancing Can we stay like this forever? No, I said, No I’ve a face to change, and you a world. … Read morerecognition

parallel

We don’t sing those songs, not anymore. How I have missed her voice. How I have dreamed. And for not, nothing: dreams. I wonder who hears the songbird now, I wonder if there’s a place to trade. I know there’s a different world.

For Geneva

Hover, high above the seas of love. Watch the clouds feed it below. The darkness comes because we go backwards against the sun, into the moon. He is always welcoming, that moon. And tonight, he is full and to my right. I wonder to whom should I offer my gracious thanks, for with him I … Read moreFor Geneva

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