[Camachee]

Bitter seeds
hard and dry
stick the heart
make it cry

i remember the folly
of hats
and flowers
bound
on your head
and in your heart

[Camachee]

sultry voice
amber keys
three four
seduction
vaccination
vacation
way out
on the quay
loco
local
waiting
for fresnel
bullseye
clarity
to focus the lens
of the lost

[Soaring Feather]

I remember Mrs Jones
meet him on the corner

she wore the red satin suit
with the floppy black velvet hat

the black gloves
smelling like a department
store perfume counter

turning every head
walking tall and sexy

her heart hid the dried flowers
while her eyes never offered
a glance into their depth

just play the part was all
she could do
and kept pretending that
she was valid in any life
most of all her own...