I closed my mouth and spoke to you In a hundred silent ways I have collected nine onyx eggs Which I will keep in a low basket Four wooden cats Silent and highly polished

this is voyeurism and nothing else i have no time for this let us grieve and move on find out why it happened or who fucked up just do not sit there in your comfy chair and let false tears fall

The perfumes Of the fallen Rose petals Still hung in the air

Night scented stock Onyx eggs under trees Four wooden cats times four Soft dog future gift Edward Bear weary Listens to the high bells A singing bowl sings Summer blooms Sweet honey winds

The house cat asked To go out this morning As it had been scared By last nights storm

Night became day The sea fell From the sky Friday 13th June 2025

It had been a long journey Haze forgotten in time I was in a dull area Behind a tired warehouse Which bore the tracings of a storm As I walked towards the railway I found a spoiled box Of paperback books Which were totally identical Bullet Train Kotaro Isaka

I was following The peach moon As it slowly crossed The night sky You were swimming In the pale shadows Of your distant dreams

It was a short but humid night Which made sleep difficult You were sleeping naked On white cotton sheets Lost in your erotic dreams

Berry and I were on vacation In the South of France When we met Sir Lancelot She found him to be a gentle knight Before we returned to Paris Berry gave Lancelot a novel That she thought described him well