i still love you as
we are, not missing any
thing of how i luv ed;
what you said’s my love
and what i said’s my luv, seem s
to’ve been nil/nix close;
seems is but word, verbed
simulated/me…
I find that I have time to waste on life
I have time to dream with a level head
How many level-headed young people
Will you find in all the world?
When I think of the beauty of youth
I crumble under its…
Untie each blind fold, prevent false talk
Because if a murderer is allowed to walk?
Let him walk without a mask
Let his life be a bitter task
in the still pagan/ edenic bush where bird still laughs at man
a passion to just bite
the apple, red,
the juices dripping:
there, now, to be dried (kissed)
and say, hello!