Maya

Prognosis only half true, you smell the Limes, Spring on the avenue, joke about a scarecrow, the belt that tightens, hard on your bones, hope there's no proof, show if they’re right, go gently with truth, I won't be alone, in this evening light, to break out the stones, I'll sit near the flue, not like it's a crime, fire seeping through you, have to keep going, each starry night, when the kid's phone, say you’ll be fine, drink vodka with juice, stick with the line, how you're doing?