Poem from latest collection “Excess Prison Hospital World and Other Sketches”

Speak for yourself, over eager

         You know you’ll leave them all behind.

                  Symbolic death initiations.

      To grow we need immersion, naked

                                               throwing into

                                                   the sea of

 

 

Its strange to hear your own

                           after so much

 

 

We are trying to talk about language.

Planning solid plans for a sandbox house.

                           Tangible in tangible

‘A time comes when everything turns you on

         and on and on and on and on

                  Find something else to make you

                                                               wonder.’

-from another life in my time,

         I used to be so angry all the time,

                           metamorphis, necessary poison

 

 

 

 

A human field

       You are this world of yours

 

 

 

         Words fail me

 

Remind you of the Making             Constant reminders 

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