poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
the dog barks in the distance.
the alleyway gives to thieves.
we are unapologetic lovers, indeed.
in an ineffectual wasteland.
we all come up dusty and rotten.
but love is about what ends in the bottom.
a hatchet and a heart-wound.
me and you.
this is the year of one.