Morning apple
In mornings
Paint chips
Flake
On Mondays
Just-let-go days
Let-it-flow days
Early hour
Just before your shower
The precious paper
Flows like water
Carries all my thoughts
When, without sound
The words flow by
Are they true or just a lie?
I take my pill
I clime the hill
It’s not divine
But turpentine
It tastes like wine
Yes, Darius
I want to send my love to you
My love to you tonight
