my brain
leaks...
This garden became too
narrow for us. You might have...
You can't hate your country.
You think you do...
with a poem in my heart,
and wine in my belly...
You know the moment: this ominous
second of quiet that follows the...
The bitter taste of pain
glossing us...
Dolly please listen to me
You really are barking up the wrong tree...
all day she sleeps
but at night she leaps...
Take my pen;
I have no need for empty words...
Knuckles cut, gouged and bleeding.
My mouth and lungs filled with dust...
Holding onto a lifetime of heartbreak
will never set you free...
Is it the Sun that winds the clock
Or the clock that moves the Sun...