Work fills the
time and space...

Work fills the
time and space...

Hope is an
evil disease...

Poetry writ
touches deep...

Minds and spirits
poetically craft...

Imagine dream town
imagine uber-liberty...

Bodies curled
under linen sheet white...

With you I fall so fast
facets of me...

Will complete you
on a church...

The rain is
pounding down...

Shreds of my being
in worded musings...

You are dead
and gone...