If you just had some idea. Here comes the goodbye look.

Straightforward Poems for Straightforward People. A poem about the artmore hotel. I could never love a woman who does not write poems.

And in those dayswhen we would wander in the woods,your hand would findmy secret places.

Friday, September 20th, 2013. The pilgrim approached the Sphinx. On a windswept mountain pass. What walks on four legs in the morning. Two legs at noon and three at night. Answer me true and I will set you free. The pilgrim scratched his head, scratched his balls. Chewed gum, Googled it, blew a doobie. Friday, June 7th, 2013. The lights burn all night.

The air is thick with natural vibrations. My body moves in rythym. I need to sleep so let yourself out just clean up your mess on your way. I can feel the air vibrate around you fingers. Oh! Equals one plus one. It all comesfrom a single pointand it all goesto a single point. Tiny white flowersfloat down to medrfitingfrom your tree of life. It is her shadow Her eye, her touch her voice. She, I am, is woman.