You can see Syria from here,
fish in a dead landscape,
starry nights and astronauts,
the soft edges of time.
What year is it?
Don’t you think it’s time for love?
Everything else has failed.
Fuck it, I’m high.
Let’s walk to the middle of the ocean.
White roses sing and sing.
Howie Good, 2016
Remixed works:
Titles of artworks by Alma Thomas, Hema Upadyay, and Kung Me