I've seen what there is to be seen.
A distant traveler from far way...
Northern heartbeats succumb to the umbra,
as if we were born to die here, allured...
Inner city child
concrete for your play...
The world has no desire.
It's all about makeup and attire...
Shouting here shouting their, I am the seller of...
Take a picture with your love or with your...
I want to leave my body
to try and avoid the pain...
Dream while you can
because time isn't so long...
How could an abortion occur at the age of sixteen
Or a mother murder her own flesh...
Little laughter's song,
Swirls around rainbow sculptures...
I trip along this path
Stumbling on words sent before...
Long time dead, drought is fed
Kachina dancing for rain...
Desolate's Diary
Lovely forlorn eyes...