Poems from M. Le Capunk
This is a narrative.
It begins and it doesn't exactly end yet - there's no end of an era here yet. The Nineties Kids are growing up,...
I've always wondered why dawn cracks.
Dusk doesn't, but somehow daylight
is like lightning.
Somehow the sun breaks things
when it rises....
I write because I'm in love.
I am in love.
I repeat it to myself daily,
An ecstasy of Romantic caliber,
A revelry of Classical Dionysian...
You're in the sunlight and it burns. It burns and
you wish you had some other way to
deal with it and you look out across the beach. It's...