This aching ghost town

  This ghost town needs not Your sympathy Your needless speeches Your endless hypocritical lingo..

Revolution in Existence

  You crash And burn And rectify In attempt to find identity Individuality Humanity A.

I went to bed the tempest

  Again I went to bed the tempest And woke up the puddle. It’s different.

Limbs and Lungs

Last spring, when flowers turned yellow and rain started to smell of life, My aging.