My Rotting Soul By: Imrogue Flickering lights illuminated my way through the tunnel of sorrow. Coldness in the night 2 3
Patience A wind comes from the north Blowing little flocks of birds Like spray across the town, And a train, roaring forth, Rushes stampeding down 2
Sexpot “you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close. 1 7