You are the writer, You name it.

I see you in my yellow dream
planting a bomb in my brain,
leaving a trail of smoke rings,
bereft of a burning cigarette.

I feel you by my side,
my heart just melted down.
The fan is slowing down.

My heart sank when I behold

My heart sank when I behold
The army in the streets:
So was it when my life began,
So is it now I am 22,
So be it not when I shall grow old.

Let me live!

The child is given a gun:
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural miseries.





Here is a link to the original poem by W. Wordsworth.

My boyfriend is speedy Gonzales.

My boyfriend is speedy Gonzales.
He stole my heart;
with his charming songs,
'ai....yai yai yai yai'!
with his cute ears and
white teeth,
singing that lovely song.
'ariba riba, andale andale'!
He swipes and circles me
in a flash.
Like a fast forwarded movie,
like a free flow of memories,
like this hailstorm that passes by,
like the lucid dreams I just had
of ghost and repetition,
after reading Coleridge.
I pause and gaze and wonder
if he'd ever slow down.