The Kinder-garden students will remember
How he ignored the threats of September...
A place in the night
poetry bleeds from the wound...
Clement man sits as punctual as can be,
Knowing there are watchers all around...
One shout will resurrect the
Dead...
Taken back by the life
He's lived on the street...
We will never know the reason of life
until we die...
Pouring salt on Slugs
Is just another form of...
As art translates into sound
And graces our ears with soft melodies...
I can take rejection,
But what I hate is the lies...
Only this morning
My throat held pure joy...
My hand shakes,
waiting for that next fix...
It seems as though you're actually trying,
To reconcile us...