I wore a vacant expression-
Under the stairs...

I was raised within an old school,
never made to feel like a fool...

I was featherbrained
at thinking you...

You left me standing alone
under a viaduct freeway...

Consumed within a lost generation
of fear and emptiness, I've reached...

Blue
skies shine...

I embrace wisps of frigid cold in winter,
for I am alive...

My nature's salad
Is sweet Johnny Smith's...

The unknown
can be a wicked...

She drowned in sorrow
as snow caps fell from...

It wasn't the depth
of my confession...

Flickering eye silk
dance in the night...