Heat-haze thunderstorms Afternoons asleep in shade Bird calls fill the air.

I love a woman A rare flower in the sun My inspiration

I’ve banked palaces of love and great disaster on thrones of worry.  

There are pictures in the pictures of my past; I grab them with my head.

Loping through the grass That loving gaze trips my heart Bright pink tongue lolling

The famous people live in transparent boxes made of shredded skin.

All the sights are glass—- all the sights are black and white when I feel fine.

Horse throws me to dirt I get back on him again I learn from bruises

sometimes my brain hurts too many thoughts taking hold sense it does make not

There’s an entire universe over the wall; I hear the knocking.