the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party