If I Can't Have Love, If I

Hands, Matches, An Ashtray. A Ritual Beautiful And Bitter.

This Cruel Age Has Deflected Me.

Wild Honey Smells Of Freedom The Dust - Of Sunlight The Mouth Of A Young Girl, Like A Violet But Gold - Smells Of Nothing.

The Triumphs Of A Mysterious Non-meeting Are Desolate Ones; Unspoken Phrases, Silent Words.

All That I Am Hangs By A Thread Tonight