I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
Sweet sultry muse, I declare this solemn oath before all that’s true and holy, that this earthly life and love are yours and yours alone,
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?