The wind blew this morning Trumpeting a chaotic melody It savaged loudly against the walls And danced through the electrical lines Blinking the lights inside...
Criss-cross, criss-cross, Everything is criss-crossed. They’ve criss-crossed us in! Yesterday I glanced at the Old Mission Nestled in the city, Framed by setting sun clouds....
Spring, 2020 legs wrapped around my kitchen chair heart pounding hands trembling images parade across the screen a bad trip without the acid body bags...