From the womb,
Curled up in a ball...

The Canary escaped it's perch
And died of starvation within the week...

Tourists will chatter and scatter among the...
Even though I'm here and not there...

Summer and the Mosquito's are here.
The creeks are as dry as me...

Burned black paper,
Rising cold murder of crows...

This blindfold has heightened
My senses, my pleasure...

The dried up leaf blown
Crab like across concrete beach...

I don't remember my birth,
All that red pink cheap rubber skin...

I pledge allegiance to the corporate chain
That makes choice simple, everything's the same...

The Rhyme.
Sometimes a crime, that...

Death stalked the streets,
Well maybe stalked is too strong...

I carried my emotional baggage up her stairs and
Stored it under the bed...