No Need to See
warm oil on your back
warm oil on your back
Driving late at night
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
rain in late summer
I stare at my winged reflection
Jack and Jill lay on the hill
There once was a lady, hailing from the circus
a haiku poem
Rod in hand, I went to the lake
There once was an alien named Xanarax
spinning flying orb
Amen.