Strutting, "Hallelujah." With a briefcase ass and the lips of a preacher, tapping Communion, sipping ground round at a "greasy spoon." wearing a skirt with a slit, halfway up to Indianapolis. Someone's mama beneath the flickering neon.The coffee black...

...in my mind's archipelago my sanctuary of silence discovering words within thoughts with feelings sincerely, my love listening to the tidesechoing, to and fro in my mind's archipelago  

In metamorphosis of a naked amoebavessel of sorrow sending no laurels of haunting hunger raw to the bone the hand that clings to my mawwith a single cell creeping brusha-brusha hollowed out waste in metamorphosis of a naked amoeba

The hoose is quietclingin like wet peat coatwit a kist o' memoriessome braw, some mirkbut mirk is here th staya constant shadow, a deid weight.