He offers a handshake, crooked five fingers They form a pattern yet to be matched On the surface simplicity But the darkest pit in me is pagan poetry

I dare you to take me on I dare you to show me your palms I'm so bored of cowards who say they want (love) Then they can't handle love

You have done Good for yourselves Since you left my wet embrace And crawled ashore . . . My sons and my daughters Ho-oh! Your sweat is salty I am why

Emotional landscapes They puzzle me The riddle gets solved and you push me up to this state of emergency How beautiful to be! State of emergency Is where I wan…