village churchyard
she now wears the clouds
for a wig
lilacs on the breeze . . .
you just never see
a pigeon smile
crows
the dead suddenly
more dead
dandelion wine
this heart
and its orgies
new love
plum juice runs
into the cracks
village churchyard
she now wears the clouds
for a wig
lilacs on the breeze . . .
you just never see
a pigeon smile
crows
the dead suddenly
more dead
dandelion wine
this heart
and its orgies
new love
plum juice runs
into the cracks