Catastrophe made her hungry Until she ate herself sick And drank...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
How dreadful is doom? Doom. Doom! Doomed… And damned are we...
Words make a path to my Tongue more silent and Venomous...
I know all there is to know About liars They are...
Ladies shake it on the high plains While their men grind...
Guilt manifested by love On impaired sheets of cotton We wear...
Shoes sleep in silent purple splendor Pockets swell with nuggets for...
If my concentration dove as deep as the finger in my...