Tuesday, October 14, 2008


lighting cigarettes in bed, kissing the forement of your head
why must these days be forever demised?
the tears amounted from the summer skys
counting the hours until life will arise
sleep counteracts with my once opened eyes
this must be goodbye.

"cellar doors are extraordinarily frequent, and moving to the higher dimension, the words in which there is pleasure in the contemplation of the association of form and sense are abundant."