windows blue
my eyes are closed
wind blows through
the patient most

swimming clouds
silent sun
crazy crowds
people gone

people coming, please fuck off
this is all just too much stuff


for the fall

dans ma cuisine
qu’es q’on preparer
pour mes pralines
je t’aime ma petite chocolatier

this is all wrong
cause I don’t know French
language at all
it sounds good
they have so many rhymes
I have so many crimes
but this is nice food

little chocolate drops and tears
what the church bell hears
sitting at my windows
those the sweet wind blows

little life through