Why shouldn’t I share it
with you? What good is having
something all to myself, when I can
light up the faces of everyone

else? The sun doesn’t shine on only
one part of the earth. The sun doesn’t
stay in one place. It rotates. I want to be
a rotating sun. I want to spread my love on

everyone. Every line is a row of seeds. Every
page grows a garden indeed! Every day I water
it with my ink. It surprises me what comes up. But
whatever does I invite you in, before its cropped,

before its trimmed to experience the full
sensation. Because this is my work’s life. One
could say it’s my paradise. And it may not be
a Nirvana to many, but to me it’s my Good & Plenty.

It was a monosyllabic shock
when the luminous light went off
and the artist had to stop
drawing the train

i dream of november nights and broken cars
germany in march and the stars
the last time everything was okay.

i dream of red speakers and fairy lights
green walls after fights
and tuesdays.

i miss the old days
smile had faded
friends had left
tears fallin

Do you love them
or do you love how
they made you love yourself?