Don’t Repeat Yourself. It’s Not

A Good Thing To Do When One Is Sitting, Eating, And Resting Is To Have A Conversation.

A Bolt From The Blue.

I Don’t Smoke, Although It Looks Fantastic In Films. But I Light Matches On Those Thinking Blank Nights When I Crawl My Route Out Onto The Roof Of The Garage And The Sky While My Parents Sleep Innocent And The Lonely Cars Move Sparse On The Faraway Streets, When The Pillow Won’t Stay Cool And The Blankets Bother My Body No Matter How I Move Or Lie Still. I Just Sit With My Legs Dangling And Light Matches And Watch Them Flicker Away.

Love Was In The Air, So Both Of Us Walked Through Love On Our Way To The Corner.

It Was A Secret Time And Place, You Next To Me, Untraceable And Out Of This World