and poems?
they are both machines
that used to play music.
they both sing in the fallen leaves
of a complicated river run wet
with inspiration
and midnight morning madness.
sit down by the fire
and listen.
add colour to your life.
I can be timid an unusual;
let me just be purple,
and perform tonight
in your life.
walk into
new apartments, deer,
with soundtracks of the speechless floor...
I'm happy to inherit you,
and your fear...
just don't let the sun
be in charge of your shadows.
oh my head,
my heart,
my fate,
the world is alive now.