arched trees scything sky over the reddened crevice of the canyon

stretching free like angel wings above the mercies of small things and what is levened by our heart strings.

see me look up in awe at the skies blue silohuette burgeoning with light and shadow
see me wake up after death and become purple with rage at the lies of the doctors
see me there where I woke up, because honey we weren't made to be broke up, but to lay gently against the flowered window pane. See me there in the exhaust fumes, a little cautious there in someone else's room, but see me as someone who knows how to play...

i came from beneath the floorboards after drinking hurricanes with stories of live-aboards, and hear me say "What do you want?"

I want love in the autumnal meadow, I want to be changing the light with the smell of your perfume, I want the delicate life, I want the toughened spirit enlightened by the quinissential sea shells calcified on the beach by the sea spray, I want not to want, I want to live like a king among the poor.