cannibal
after november
blind
to not be numb
dream (four times)
forgetfulness
angel
first morning
laconic
drown
deep
maidenhead
milk
this
wake
dark blue
rotten scorpio
little v. flea
from me to you
exit
dry
the lines left behind
guilty
sever desire
falling slowly
esperando
dark spiral
sparkle
confetti
bodies pound beats
When nothing's happening
my identity crumbles
Time to lash out
make boredom
burn
Find some kind of
Seam
between these identical days
I'm moist as cork
and rich as stringy weeds
8/95