with beautiful scent, a gift
the room clothed with life
Writing down the bones
In 12th grade I was placed to retake an 11th grade English class and to someone who would worry about how they appeared to o..
The Waste Land II
Part I: The Resurrection of the Living
1978 is the year of joy, dancing
Sticks in a black abyss, bouncing
I Am Here
I have been shifting in and out of consciousness as cars shift gears,
accelerating on the minds freeways of perception glimpsing myself ..
are the most grotesque of all fruit.
They stare into me
as if I were looking down the gullet
of a squawking bird
with an open beak;