Xanadu
 

The mind drips just as paint dries Slowly But it does not curl It does not curse My mind morphs to fuchsia-purple Yours melts to...

The street light illuminates the two lines that never touch. As they run from east to west, they ordered me to stay on my side. They...

He left. His love, once present, now burrowed into the ground like a squirrel at night, resting its body. Or preserving its food. He said...