Honey

That year was no symphony, always some reason, my partner fell out with me, a photographer of the dead, unashamed functional streams, wants to give it a rest, all our could have been's, are dazzled by the sea, radiotherapy changes everything, I always failed the test, difficult to find productivity, when other lies have spread, no poets gets immunity, or can rage about midstream, when it's time to pee, laughter comes not too deep, heaven is ice cream, lipstick, perfumed busy as a bee, praying for peace.