Running rain

Friday, July 07, 2006

Lovers lick etcetera
In dreams of hope etcetera
Democracy a wooden flower
More what ifs and no no
But lovers gift etcetera and yes yes
More more

And running rain

No but and then
There was love
And death
And the whole other load of etceteras

Of women birthing
More dreaming souls
That spins in
Cocoons
Spilling red seed
And green yellows
Somewhere
Light is dark

If money talks etcetera
What does it say?
Yes yes

Sunset sunrise
Tomorrow
Would be a good place to start

You will seek
The oracle of etcetera
And say what the fuck?

This is…


Frances Cresantia Koya

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