purity

Mccormick's boats, with the cultural paint peeling in art, sit at the
end of a small Greek fishing village
this is island bay, the most alive spirits in wellwood. i entered
wellington through the parrot restaurant
dan and me counted the twelve ghosts and Marisa haunted the grounds.
Erskine was Irene. Colour bled
like torn arteries in the dark green secret rooms that catherine
understood. Now I know Kapiti was a jungle too
The electric grey skies on the top of an ancient hill is a movie based
on life and the storms keep me alive
bombay has fishing villages too. Mahim was named after the Mayhem that
was Anglo-Portugal war
Parel is where you fall and never come out of the jungle and lal baug
was where a big red tiger lived

some trees give fruits, some flower, some wood and some shade. I save paper.
sleep in the other section like dead wood after the showers of a life time

It's summer. I am alive. And Mona Lisa paints though never
fading....have lost their toxic oil

a horse, a song, a smile, a kingdom for a friend and great grandfather
no longer rules but the warrior blood
poisoned with passion paints love with purity