since we are all sharing tonight, here is one of my poems I wrote for marky:

When all the lolis are gone and there is nothing more to draw
I pray theyre hiding in your dreams, the ones you never saw
Our words and pictures float atop the trees
Perhaps we always had the same disease
Our pasts unearthed can never be re-buried
So the artist starts again, words and drawings married

When the lolis are gone and the light has left your eyes
Remember the one inside you, the one that never dies
Your innocence was stolen and youve forged it into art
a silent storm of bloodied canvas, it never fell apart
for we glimpsed a sacred loli dancing in the rain
art is born of heaven , her name is marky jane