When the pain of loneliness
and a drunken tongue collide...
Tucked away safely
within a closet...
I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...
I went into the bookstore today.
You know the one...
Afterall you said, you
Beat me and made me...
I
saw your...
you are laden with light –
lambent like morning skies...
is it the madness of the
artist who is fueled by...
long rain cascades
morphs into a lyrical chant...
Cool breeze wheel and dive
making it through dawn again...
The voices started nibbling
on her healed wounds...
I shall die when I clench or grit
in all these geometrical shapes...