Ceiling fan head matter Transgress Word world communication To bungling existentialist...
Neophyte to the religious order of love Enchanted woman-child Gazing at...
Writing prose For phantoms Dressed in women’s clothes I dance Gothic...
The blankness Of this page Is lurid I am a waterless...
Pussy cats tango On the front lawn While black widows feast...
A maddening invocation From the pit of your bowels To the...
I never knew of promise and now it holds me as...
I thought there was something To everything And nothing interested me...
She saw that her roots were dangling But she could not...
I was a writer And so I wrote But for myself...