forget the past

there's nothing there, not even memories, just a road you never travelled, unwinding backwards to a place you never came from where fruit grows on trees you never climbed, in an orchard where you lost your virginity to a boy called timothy who died of horlicks poisoning before you were born. no answers there.


are you desirable?

are you irresistible? maybe if you drank bourbon with me it would help.


if you carefully plant a good seed

you will joyfully gather good fruit


may pretty horses

come to you
as you sleep