and me in the circus of love and New York City.
the modern heart is a circus, too.
one, two, three.
yeah, yeah, thieving songs.
snakes gonna hiss, nigga,
this is the letting down of the tree.
why am?
writing soft.
burning glass.
trouble comes to everyone daring to be a muse.
football trees.
beach grin, gin.
nails, stuck in potatoes.
let's go to the place of the dreaming books,
and be one of them.
I see Leland, the lion tamer,
from previous poems.
life is short yet long.
let's make love in a library.
writing hard about love.
sing a song for me,
protect the sun with more poetry.
hours are meant to be mistaken,
while
this is the place where we laid
for a day.