Turpentine and willfulness Robins and terns, with etching sti… We gliding by, whole as much in ou… No it’s not nothing, an epic, for… For surviving with the beauty we h…

I was free once, And nobody cared an inch what I’d… That’s how I liked it, that’s wha… Now, for a year or more, The state knocking at my door,

All the cars have been robbed There was nothing in the vans They made gold of air The radio blares pretend And the traffic’s rough again.

All of that was After they knew. I travelled the continent to say be careful I’m sorry

The only promises I’ll make Are the ones you’ve already seen i… I swear, on my life. Paradox of poem and silly sky So is life, on faith we dive.

The issue is, We, those of us who did not come h… Willingly We’re too red And white

Just to say, You a beautiful being Are taller than the trees; already, the ground moved Beneath your feet

I hope you are warm, well, and fre…

I’m famous, but I wasn’t supposed… Nor did I care to, or attempt in… None of us were, just citizens. It would appear that I wasn’t, bu… Just pretend,

I’d like to write a story In parts of six or seven I only know the one, Can we write it together? Everything will be just so

I want to marry you That’s the way it is, true Not just paper, or for show In the way only we know It’s true, already though

I remember, always The tree is composed of leaves grass, without singular notation light is from a source That I would never betray you

Waking up, Quickly felt That you told me something, deeply As I slept Please, do exactly what is best fo…

I dreamed once, For true naive That we would walk Sanguine and silly Besides the trees

As the wind settles Eyes grow dim, tired still In the morning we begin again In so doing, if you can Please do not pretend...