Speaking Through Scotch

Can we see the streets of Tuscany at the age of three?  Weeee you run and run and have some fun.  No one there who did care.  You came here and began with beer.  There is so much, but the sickening agent is touch.  I see and say hey.  I lock the red ship and find the key. The mystery was the Mall of America Lady Di wedding dress display.  I just listen as you talk telepathically today.  I do not stalk.  I come upon facts like a "90's Kennedy."  Alanis may have been one of your groupies back in the day.  The music reflects her larsony of our souls today.  So many people, so little light.  Energy is quite scarce as I move from one river shore to another.  I am here if you need the warmth of night.  I just see what is hot and move around the pennies in that moment.  It is a different type of poetry.  It is not witchery, it is Tuscany.  I know you not, but maybe you are one of the "gentle princess" Alanis speaks about.  Love, Hope