Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...
We made a god that teaches only want.
It opened its mouth; wasps buzzed forth...
Deep, rigid lines will
one day...
All these rivers flood
into Ganges - sustain life...
The full length mirror
in my bedroom makes...
You exist in every
photograph, on every wall...
I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...
Some people are power washers.
Some people are chainsaws...
I was 6 hours ahead when
you rang...
The past has been pressed
within pages, that only unfolds...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
Come climb aboard and pay your shilling.
Ride this death trap if you are willing...