everyone around you is greiving

Month: January, 1995

who to be

i can’t decide

could be me

but i think he died

(1995)

soulless

i descend onto the night

in shades of spades
and gleams of light

(1995)

short legged poems

bored and incoherent

lazy and ritual

beat and pulse

the page away

this is mine

(1995)