you sit by yourself
all the time.
I wonder what you wonder
about
...
The dipsy blonde with glasses
Is bending over again,
Trying to re-arrange her
...
We wish with our placid eyes.
We gaze to the starry-sky to gain
attributes to new bells of freedom.
The rain isn’t going to stop falling.
...
Who remembers
the divine abortion
standing by itself looking
like a lost-girl;
...
The cats rely on me.
As soon as I open
My back door,
And put one paw onto the patterned
...
</>A series of
traumas.
Of whispers for another - dead –
are the constituent parts,
...
Considering treatment of
young minded,20-something
'seemingly' heterosexual males
who are white—confined
...
The sun outside is melting.
I suddenly find myself painting with
Pastels and inking with chalk,
...