If I had hope I’d call you back and calm you down the way you like while Croce sings you lullabies and Peter, Paul and Mary cry   If I had hope I’d apologize and swear not to do it again while you tell me…

what is love is it : racing across : a rapidly desertifying : landscape that once was : home to your species : home to your nation : just home : which now : contains : little more than drifting ghosts : to rescue a…