Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more