A lake walk,
in the forest of limbs...
Intimacy in dark
carries the emptiness...
Stares down, the grey
moon, fixedly...
The living dead are going to
ask for the right to be...
You know,
every kid knows or has an idea...
A moment lost in the September chill,
Spirit memories in the wind...
Summer in a single bite
that lingers in the mouth...
When I make a heap
of all my killer pains...
Knowing the beginning
and the end...
I have a new visitor in my garden,
A Mummy Maggie...
The cannibalism was back.
You were eating yourself...
Sometimes I get so high
I look to the sky...