the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed