The Journey

Apples, when grated, can cause baldness.

The bald therefore fearlessly step into phone booths.

The ice-cream man adores life in the southwest

And as expected, Death looms in the west.

The quiet dawn hastily exchanges darkness for frigidity

There is nothing wrong with forsaking anything, not particularly…

It’ll never be understood just how good passion feels,

But I positively hate the sound of wolves howling

Rainbows are channeled, molded by sure hands—ice crystals;