I have been reading atrology, again Venus is in the seventh house and visiting my sixth and fifth lovers, again beckoning upwards as my arrow remains…
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet, soft, sweetly spell out the words you spilt…
I have been speck. Led like white pain Ton- the cabin car Petting; you treat me. The way (I) expect, or ants piping art,…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif to another, as one wandering flout might emerge…
I recall now the moment you glanced me, “Please,” you said it aloud to supplement, I knew then I had it, I was so happy,…
When weather wears, my concrete tears exposing vulnerable limestone encased in granite, marble, sandstone to pack, lye in mortar, uncomfortably mortal fears arise in due…