Added on by Abrahm Beezley.

there's no need to call on me

all is well,

I've plenty of sardines and wine you see. 

a cornucopia,

even grandmothers dinner bell.

weather's fine, no storms at bay. 


-who needs it

when no conversation can prove it

nor length in travel to discover no end of it,

but we know you must.

so at midday when blazing heat mystifies with creative inhibitions 

and the taut silky white facades pitched against cobalt

awakens us.

tonight the stars offer blessings

as fire and passion 

turn to dust.