Bücher von Joan Small Lanzetti

Love comes in many colors. Intermingled hues are impregnated in the bowels of my soul. Blue suns rescind the day with sparks of orange sadness. Violet songs sing green molded melodies. Beads of gold chain my tears. I am the proprietor of red-hot sadness. Embarrassed flecks of yellow, tan warmth, pink love. Discreet gray fogs black/white reality. Silver mirrors impound my eyeballs. Chameleon white petrifies my smile. I am a purple savage parasite hooked into the insidious glycerin universe. Many colors come in love.