Cigars.

Don’t be afraid to chase what you love, with a bee in a carriage.

I am a coyote with sunglasses, what stands before me is the unknown.

Vegetable knees, and really nice bumblebees. Your eyes speak the language of your lover.

Just before us, lilies weep in the garden all morning, while the acid rain falls.

The Church bells ring, the dead children decide to sing, and the Yellow Moon fills the sky.

Tonight, all the bugs will die, the trees with sew their hopes into clouds, and the stars will sing.