past dreams of the future

my heart's torn... my mind's tied to a time when we'd sit in the sunshine and gaze into each other's eyes you were all smiles, and we could just talk for a while of you and me...

...not quite there...

life is a mystery puzzles...questions i can't see voices trying to speak to me everyone around me living free

Ring

your hands and mine at our syncopated rythm

Tart

I didn’t know I’d be so upset, seeing that picture of you and her. I guess that’s what it comes to after a false alarm.
Cherry

Sunshine on a Wooden Floor

Sunshine on a Wooden Floor Women with scarves used their hands to spin thoughts about wordless pains things beneath the register of speech matters of rhythm and tone couched

BETWEEN THE SCREAMS OF YIN AND YANG

But if the wind blows.... Our wind, the wind of our making The wind of all winds That will crack our teeth, and still our tongue, and eat our breath.

THE BEAT

Beat beat The iron hearts jangle in sync to the sound of money Voices fall from slashed flesh into beer glasses like slops You’re bluish eye cuts me down You’re stabbing words remain

LEFT

Left, crying you left me Your wet handkerchief you left

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