"mint green jail tones" on desperate questions.

will love come?
in the back of my head
riding back seat or
riding shot gun
will love come?
on the sidewalk 
overseas and
the sidewalk near my street back home
repeat repeat repeat

will love come: a loop that plays. It's beyond a rhyme and all the desolate cliches.

3 words raw-asking for a yes or a no. circle one.

I'm still empty handed.

will love come
I roar in the midnight hour
will love come i weep in traffic before the bums wake up to mock my hope.

answer me universe
answer me self

will love come

"a mystery"

"the never ending thesis."

will love come : the jail cell of my womanhood.