Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Check me out!
I have a space outside
That I can be in
Eat chocolate, drink wine, smoke cigars,
Write down my ideas,
A bamboo courtyard half a world away.
Trees in the mist stand silent across the fields
Trees in the mist.
Rhubarb is growing
Painted by words
As I feel more than ever intoxicated by the night.
I have returned to change myself
Apply this moisturiser to my aging skin
And feel no guilt
You made it so when you can back into my life.