(Press the key!  Make it work for you as a silent slave or ardent lover would - and, as you know - more than willingly.) Girl, are you deaf or do you always want to have the upper hand, palm...

we were sat upon once grass awaiting the season laden with  glittering gold, brass beautiful an' copper glints an' glow as  a falling star  - searching fora  haven stronger than canvas..   dipped, paused, looked left then right, ahead an' behind ..   was a...

silence reigns, sitting on clouds of golden thought it whispers rather than musics songs sans end holds its tongue at moments clock mimics cuckoo..  turning keys are both well come friend or - farewells whilst kaleidoscopes collaborate  far beyond  space speakers talk of seasons,...

silence reigns, sitting on clouds of golden thought it whispers rather than musics songs sans end holds its tongue at moments clock mimics cuckoo..  turning keys are both well come friend or - farewells whilst kaleidoscopes collaborate  far beyond  space speakers talk of seasons,...

As the evening stretches beyond skyscrapers  sunset cracks windows and voices,  midnight lies as a would-be lover  counting her footsteps across Brooklyn Bridge  to an anonymous apartment, where she imagines  waking to her lipstick on his coffee cup     Washing machine skies spin skeins of colour  red always bleeds into the blue and JFK...