Black feathers remain grounded
over petals, horizons are camouflaged...
A clot of words
A fist of eyes...
a cloud opened its
vein all over my washing...
Perversion at the worst of my day is an onslaught...
Perversion at the worst of my day is an onslaught...
Deep down, an obituary
burns within a flowery...
Like a seed
unfolding the flower...
as money piles burned
a need to make more made me...
This is corporate jewelry.
The wealthy elderly woman weeping...
You get mad right?
You have times when your sad at night...
When civil liberty is taken from a person the...
Weeks 1-16...
as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow...