I remember
the first time
I saw a foreign
cherry. I blushed
a little armpit.
I saw how a cherry,
in it's candied boredom,
could stain.
The other not truth.
Thus this
is the end.
You can specify
a country,
for decoration.
The strength of cellular rhyme.
It emits atmosphere
without charm.
This cannot be stopped.
Currently, I have all the joy
you thirst.
It is evening
and the lake and the sky
are black. I drink light,
milk, and sugar.
We cannot stop laughing.
There is no failure
or exile. We do not
understand our song.
It was raining this morning
and I wanted to
tell you something
about the wreckage.
