My hurt is here and wellMy dear Eric, I let you downI knew I would see you again, but not that you wouldn't be happy, not yet anyhow You remind me how much your siblings need meWhen I reached the...

tell me the words sitting at the back of your throat...   the ones yearning for exposure aching to be naked at your feet bathed in moonlight and mist shadow dancing upon dewy moss as hope awaits a tender kiss   press the petals of ancient roses long fallen...

    Know thy ledgeunder the stand   crawling & falling   built of nerve in asphalt sweating murderous curves by a swerving hand   I bit the farmand bought the dustfrom a blue collar nose-to-the-grindapproach adjusting eyes over sand   took a toke on the curb and witnessed a worm as it squirmed to the berm   through a...