In the
orient seas...
(dedicated to Erin -little sister who gave me my...
Nobody's perfect...
The hum of the drum of the washing machine,
Bubbles and bounce, making everything clean...
Simple bone sculptures
smother a silhouette...
Had I the time to tell you all that I have...
we could spend a good month in genial discourse...
Modern day living
urban blocks of depression...
Insomnia prevails
solitude, familiar as my faded housecoat...
Looking down I see him
With his dimples and curls...
Probably flying
is not a crime, but still...
I am not a noble woman, I am a mongrel
and I sleep with pack of barking dogs...
A preceding thought comes.
Thoughts echo like a song hummed...
Time will go on
leaving us behind...