I eat too much
I sleep too much...
Homecoming
There is a woman who is working hard to be a...
It’s been a while...
my eyes have gotten used to seeing...
The silence of the morning work bells
contrasts the roar of the modified Black Marias...
The spider takes up residence
in the corner...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
Intimidating
Irreversibility...
Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...
* I am in no way downplaying those who have died...
These streets once filled...
You know I think I prefer
The Earth as a child...
We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
Out of body
I see myself float...