Thursday, June 28, 2007

OK I AM MESSING... BUT IT'S PRICELESS!


Purple lashes through the rain

With toads crying for a storm

Walking along starry skies

A thousand licks turn on

Devils and non-practicing virgins

With my back to communist walls

Wounded in an alternative world

Mind too empty to be read

‘m feeling high but dry

Confide in me if summer dies

For I will leave you then

When art is never gone