English Dream

Thrice a summer aphrodisia snickered in my face Yesteryear the fog of boreal passion surfaced across my window frame Omnifarious passions are surfacing The insignificance of homosapiens stood the test of time Life molests all of us, maul us, then sing us to sleep Spiraling through dimensions decorated with brothels and strip clubs Aging with the grains of pebble stones Aphrodisia is a tourist