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

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

surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas

Itistoocoldoutformetodayho waboutucallinsicklikeid coffwenudo

silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union

My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party