this conversation shocked the bejeesus out of me one day at school: 2 women: one discussing her divorce. They could be talking about anything: an article in the morning paper distant, informed, regarding a not over-complicated topic. She is gossiping, laughing, a non-participant, a former partner in their disengaged dance. ...
In a Windy Park the Bench Across From a Sandpit and Slides There sits a Man Playing his Flute, Music from Days of Old Shades of Old I like the Autumn trees Discarding Leaves How? Of Me and you Does Spring Follow always Winter? I don't Think so, But the ...
I am Craving the Sea I am Going to Wake up One Day Gasping for Water.
Slowly Raging softly Burning My 1st Chakra on Fire as You cover Me disappear Inside... And my Body Temperature Reaches 110. Celsius.
Ain't like you'd have won the war wasn't for blood money. Always someone else's blood, always someone else's money. Strange little mating dance they do over our graves.