Bohemian constellation

You once told me, a story about

a roof and a constellation

I was high

and dripping wet

crawling in sand

with my eyes closed

I saw you stranger,

my bohemian stranger

in our dramatis personae presentation

of weakness and tears

I could feel your presence

The warmth of your heart

You were watching my failing

wanting to fill in my voids

Until the end

(For how long)

Watermelon surprise

July

Miniature

Neon lights

Broken coffee mug

(1st April 07)