Minstrel in the Gallery

In all your giving, given is the answer. Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter than the brightest flower in my garden. Begging your pardon shedding right unreason. Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons. Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can call me on another line. Indian restaurants that curry my b

I once met a girl with the life in her hands and we lay together on the summerday sands. I gave her my raincoat and told her: "Lady, be good!" And we made truth together, where no one else would. I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust thr