There is abuzzing to mybusyness.My mind refusesto be at ease.It happens when Itry toread or sleep.Doing Always.Where did theplayground go?I think it split forBrazil with thesquirrels.We are all nuts.

Did I Dream You Dreamt About Me?      Holding still for Autumn to open her legs   to taste the warmth between her thighs,   as secret lovers’ letters   etched upon leaves    waiting for their fall      Biting my initials into tree’s neck   pulling branch wrists towards that cave   where pale orange...

I got a little secret,can you keep it?Bring it to your grave?Will you tell it or be brave? You better take the key and lock it within your pocket.A secret so hard to keep.Untill words start to spill. Because a secret...