Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
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…
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
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls