Spinning in amazement
of right, wrong...

Lost and alone
upon a twig...

A hint of cheap cologne wafted
along my bony spine...

Thirst is quenched by ignorance,
segregating tongues from water...

Navy eyes; dripping
fatal melancholy tears...

diamond's promenade
from a tearful waterfall...

She wrote scripture; as he sang her a memory.
under a moon that was meant for dark souls...

Harsh winters smother
realization of the caged ones...

1976-
Water fills my lungs...

Crayons mixed with cloud formations
dance upon a ceiling of chipped paint...

Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...

I label my tears
by the number...