my passion spilled black coffeeon her remorsean scared heroff up intoa greytree of oldmoonlighti sat at da trunk, an smoked her poe-assdead raven ciga..
in your alien maskguard your saucy cheddar your icy unscored pelvic floorbut I'm a grinder and a goal I scoredwithout dropping my mitts orhip flexors ..
I send you my Norwegian luv, a booka copy of Emily Dickinson poemsI bought it in November in NorwayDa cover, Blk mtlWit Emily in her gothic warpaintUp..
Wat happened to goin to sf beachfo da dayYou was supposed to have yoToes in da sandMy arm around youLuv and liquor in our eyesDa sunset cowarding back..