“Give us your tired, give us your hungry, and give us your poorBut if you’re illegal, skip the line and treat America like a whore,            “Bend us over from sea to shining sea and fuck us in the...

Anchors slip away in a sea, calmed by nightly solitude.   A puff of wind, eases a bedroom shade open.   A flake of dust, drifts alone, gently on. 

What remains of my sun? Clouds, facades of the high skies, obscuring mirrored daystars of my eyes!   There toy are in my sky, whirling in tears in the wind. I want to reach up and grab hold of you.   I see the two searing-white pearls of...