Veronica Voss

You are old I am young You have love I have none. "Look. Look at those flocks of birds emigrating south! They’re escaping with regular wing beats, crying farewell." Tomorrow would be a good day to die Today a good tomorrow Dying must be strange, nonsense life is strange We wait for nothing yet nothing will come I never hoped you would accept an invitation to my farewell party We wait for nothing yet nothing will come Yes, like Fassbinder Yes, like Veronica Voss I owe my soul to the company store Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008 www.FinishingLinePress.com