foil
luck is green
building
like
an
orgasm
that
never
comes
.
fading
in
and
out
again
,
like
a
ghost
on
a
windy
night
.
the
trees
never
speak
your
name
,
but
howel
in
silence
.
gravity
is
your
whip,
pull
me
with
your
chain.
have
pity
on
those
of
us
who
arn't
quite
lost
.
broken
leterel.
020105
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from