Travel With Me, Love

Pristine, cut, and blind

The butt of the jeans sits on my face

I am a lonely stranger in an abyss beyond time

No natural, no synthetic, just crass obviation

Misgivings, again

And then travel with her to Havana

Missing the rainy season

We sweet couples fuel the tourist sector

We invest in stocks and bonds

And never hear back from our brokers

The woods are alone

The house is here tonight

And I am slaught with glee

Right through my artery

Misgivings, timing the misgivings

Nature, preserve me

Nature, my only loving foe

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