Her eyes become bat wings
during a nightmare of tourturous...

I wanna go back, to that ole river that sings,
travel upon that holy highway...

There are certain things in life
that I choose to bury, for they...

I hear broken syllables
mixed with chaotic traffic...

Deathly stench drifts in the shadows tonight
eerie sounds nip on ears, burdened shackles...

Fringed denim, teaseing toes,
dusting dirt under wood piles...

Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper...

I am nature,
a breathing creature...

I’m completely overcome with elderly wind...
As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves...

Silouetted tip toes hush
crossed a threshold of invitation...

Catholicism
spiderwebbed memoirs of lies...

My shoulders can not carry another load
this body was not designed for such burden...