Quietly, she cries.
Under the streetlamp spotlight...
Shall I endure her vilest winter frost
and splay archangels in the idle snow...
They drip poison
into my veins...
Van Gogh is in Melbourne
so here I am finding myself...
in a rumpled,
black city...
In this country, we cover not the craniums
of our women...
My view
Earthy tones...
I have survived
thousands of years...
October 9, 2010
1:17am...