hangs on a vine
pulverized by time
deploying a memory
a soul enamored by dust
bunker’d evermore by good advice
Tag Archives: choices
Madrid
A bit of you between these books
Little significance except for your lovely face
Who is he
Dated 1966
Your handful notes clear vowels with heart
Who is he
Apologies for my busyness
It blinds me so spectacularly
I am glad you did not marry him
It’s my father you see
He taught me the secret of worms
Explaining deliciously why they stick like pearls
The melancholic toads
Converting words
Proclaiming love
Oh mother I am a smiling woman
And I will never underestimate your great concerns
I miss you
Mouthful of Raisins
Golden not necessarily
Flax seeding the best of me
Body so shored alcohol not remembering knees
Meat eating bran for shows
Are you going to congratulate me
Telling shoulders coffin prefer sugar free
Death doesn’t intimidate me
Nor it’s vine-grasping gout
For the sake of my spirituality
Let me be vegan free
And show some greasy decency
