Nature sing out on our broken sunglasses. Lean alive

In the cold slow mailroom misdirecting our sentences.

Pass by my apartment on your way to the forest of symbols

With money in your pocket, looking forward to those familiar faces.

When you resound in the hallway stand proud being vegetarian,

So the dog wouldn’t bite your arm on the beach, but joined your side, spitting.

The pause between this room where you sleep and the wine singing in your head

Leaves the smell of cold days you’ve borrowed, and the tropical ones now returning, looking for payback.

Your kind has its hands meddling deep in baby carriages, searching an office in a frenzy,

Taking the lead in a sad dance. Hotheads may try to do you in with a smile and a lead pipe against your forearm

But only an actress’ body & beautiful wealth will win you over.

Are you sure that thieves houses aren’t too full with uncatalogued booty?

The stars burn red-brown with hot music released by brave scientists.

Quit carrying on from the wheelchair of your spirit and lay the cold water out on a new morning of the senses!