1.You have to quit the chorusAnd start a solo. 2.Pull the mask from your faceAnd
You’re an heir of the yellow sunIn Hide-and-Seek Festival of Lightors During this century’s festival,The
They said he passed through the wall yesterdayThe birdsThe flowersThe sunThe skySaw his shadow,Suddenly, before
Take a blade, sever a pair of veinsWatch the blood trickle. Visions ofFutures you know
When we are not in the room listeningTo Mama’s teary roar at our father,Or his
(For my Grandfather)There is tenderness in eating from the same platterwith someone other people kiss
I think of the bird flying off a broken branch she had always known as
bonding is covalent when you hold your lover by the tongueand tell each other secrets
When the queen of a bee colony becomes too old or unproductive, the worker bees
iIn a bar where each man is a dreamer,my lover keeps Freddie Mercury in time,eyes