The blankness Of this page Is lurid I am a waterless...
Pussy cats tango On the front lawn While black widows feast...
Hovering Perching on a dreamer’s head No biology Pulse races, sweat...
Mind races with wolves Lethargy drags me under Into the comfort...
(Then) I dared to live And love and Yes To falter...
Knowledge is a shaft of light Breaking through the cracks Of...
My poems grip me As each new handshake Enthrall me To...
A maddening invocation From the pit of your bowels To the...
I thought I was through With naiveté. The first storm of...
Who is this man? His voice is silver. And he is...