Albany, 4:24 pm
Verse 1...
Trailing downward spiral,
in a saline revival...
Incandescent whispers
star-streaked lips...
Now this life unfolds in estrangement
cities, towns, time zones, flights, goodbyes...
No Title No. 4
PC screen islands...
On my way to find
a bluer pasture...
Dreary steps through Salem's ground, beseeched by...
The chalice draped by burgundy mire, matrilineal...
Solitude Swing
Verse 1...
A withered rose on complacent soil
marked by innocence in recoil...
Muted dances
you rehearsed...