sweet home

Mom baked apple pie
smells like cinnamon
aburindă on the plate
natural meat we change the structure
lust for life
refined mother puts us in glasses
you are in your home and cry

albedo

east
Your skin reflects all the love in the world
to infinity

cube

I wrap the reality of 6 parts
What if
since we found
you are the princess doll
and stories that I told Pops
I bit of reality
as a house-sweet cake

Ellipse

I do not care how many sinus and cosines
I need
as you curve your way to the comet
I’m broke
I am cone overlapping area that your suffering
and planted in the plane result
piecemeal
flowers forget me not

calculation

I give half of what is mine
half of cigarettes
half sandwich
half of my glass of wine
I can live with half of me
in you
thus
live
twice as much

albedo

whenever you feel the sun
pat me on the front
I think it is a gift from you

Judy Garland

rainbow song will envelop one day
after the rain ceased area
little bit farther
little bit somewhere
above the new world eat
chocolate Roy G. Biv