Serendipity clicked her heels on the window pane of my soul's greenhouse and
I let her in.
Not knowing the means yet begging the cause her low trailing-dress falling
Softly amongst my petunias.
Yet it isn't reality that stirs the waking dreams of my love's heartburn
But the black-hole distance of what came Universes before.
Lands a-plenty, seeped in the syrup-scented grapes of harvest crushing
Blowing breeze gentle across the plains of my memory.
I am one now, yet I am two. Was I half before? Probab
Amores Perros pero also you,
Funny Bed Fellow yet also true,
To Be or not To Be,
That's the question
Hung from the cliff-hanger of my
Perspiration at the very idea
The mere thought
That I might answer that wrong.
It's an ill wind that blows no-body anygood,
So I'm glad we have shelter, a fire, and some wood.