Saturday, May 14, 2011

the fool ifn't ever was she

like a butterfly
she pranced through
san francisco
pausing for no one
and the streets
emptier at night
would echo her
voice by buildings
china without light
is a foreign hallway

bros 'n' jobs

dance avenue dance line
dancing down the line
just gwanna wersch
jealous? that was
more so than i could realize