Sublime

the lost America of love

and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier.

Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus Father Omnipotent Aeterna Deus

bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,