Dying, she said,"Toss my ashes to the northern lights, to drift among birches and be buried by snow." Ashes remain urn'edgathering dust within dust,but sun bursts crack the porcelainand sets within hearts' twilight

Stench of stale beer and methamphetamine    sun pinching through a hole      in the middle of a superman beach towel covering the window    smell of urine on the sheets    turn the spigot--- no water from...

The ashtray yellsThere is an angry drunk man in front of meThat looks at meAnd I avoid himMy body throws acid chemicalsThat make my head acheIt is rainingAnd I am done.

your magic is powerfulpressing against your wards I balkto go any further would be foolhardystill I go forward to touch your inner landscapeswhere I hear your indoor voicefull on perversionit excites me to greet you againyes darling let us...