This Spring is overgrown I hope it blooms to death. I swam right here with you But the waves want nothing to do with me now & they turn away When they see that I'm not you. The dunes disclose A dull new view.
June Gloom June Gloom
Late late late on a grey May day I'm busy killing myself With kindness. Bar light, bar bright, First bar I see tonight I wish I might sleep tight & wake to a bright room Lying beside you The sky outside a bright blue