holy hell.
my sad dark eyes are hurting worse than words can be.
but her forever garden is everything I want, roses.
for a kiss for a lifetime fee!
give me periods.
and I will give you a heartless brawl.
under everglade skys.
this is the mess our epitaph made.
into mountains made for moles.
jiminy cricket.
was just a cricket.
and I thought I knew the consequence.
had chapped lipped.
since 1996.