What is this future?
Say you want me
My heart is a ghost
Living in the past
Creation is a grande wound
Sleeping in hot honey
An exhilarating cavity
Baby, my bones are stitched
Together alone, hemmed
With happenstance
Memories of wildflowers
White country smile
Mangled rainbows of reality
This sure is depressing
Innocence - whatever
Should I remember?
