Poetry

Melancholy

(but god he lives in the garden hose grandma- Megas icelandic troubadour.)

in a cloud of melancholy

like now
I yearn for a
garden hose
like Megas

Cultivation

Yes
I cultivate Pepper

and me self
as I am
capable of

New life

When I looked
in to here eyes
I saw
that she was
the brush
to paint
new life with