9.11.2001

Cry Havok

        Dream hard, Dream
        Cancer, wrench Pain
        free of its Foundation

        Dream broken wings
        healing slowly

        silt blows, ash
        billows, infected
        souls Question
        the reality of this
                moment.

9.01.2001

words wards words wards words
wards words wards words wards
words wards words wards words

amusement is worth
what you give it,
temptation its own
type of limit, denial arrested
detested, depress it, devoured
and forgotten & left decayed
and rotting, yet given
form its
GRRR


Grim tooth my own
depression sent lost
and returned from
wandering. Schrödinger
is Hunting. I hear
the beetle chewing
on the carpet.