under a quilt
Chris sends good music.
Gray, oh Gray keeps far to busy to notice time, place or people.
Seth plays incognito so Gray does not feel lost and ...
Mark unearths the past with pictures, pleasures and promises only to provoke further unrest.
Too far, too little, too much and too invisible
... mornings wilt away and days go by amidst papers, selfish gnomes and facetious faculties...
Valentines goes by and stratospheric memories gathered in a pleat abscond with my desires...
Wait, wonder, want--- we have added one more to the dubious paternal double duo...
Monday threatens without the hope of accomplishment or the hope of a stare... I still don't get it...
How are you ever going to find me?
