Archive for July, 2018
That Hole, It Survives
A ghost sat
on me, relishing
in darkness
my colored
dance with her warm red hugs –
she left me nothing
Testing Chairs
Confessions
from you create soft
pain, stick me
on gray streets
with orange guns, staring at
me and killing me.
Where Did I Go?
I had an idea and I didn’t
write it down.
The dogs are looking at me
funny, using their beady eyes,
just because I was getting
into my Sibelius
stillfugue 