I was working through a
radical frame of mind
suggested by the demons
that circled around me.
...
Around and around the blood flows warmly
through the veins. Beating heart sustains
the body and the body holds the soul.
...
Pieces of glass, cutting..
bloodied hands, holding.
Wrap me up in paper.
...
I taste you still
on my lips
chapped from
your sudden
...
I'm drifting. I can sense the tangled
rivers that flow in
ever increasing confusion
all through my tunneled
...
The stream of consciousness
begins with one drop
that collects itself
in a corner
...
Nothing man, who grasps the meaning
of desertion as easily as he changes
his clothes. Limp noodles that lie like
...
Hot as cold wax, blue as the sun.
The forgotten tribes running, running, running.
We are the children of deceit.
...
If there is a beginning
it is from the ending of
our vows.
...
It burns.
The sagging, despairing meltdown
that characterizes living.
...