Rolled around in the last tub of inkthen brought out in a perverse versionof witness, hung with dry…
It’s been ten years ago to the day,and now your ghost comes again.You refuse to say goodbye — and if you did, if…
they say beauty is in the eye of the beholderI will not be beholdenI will not stay so goldenthat you can keep…
Isn’t it sad to think that we can never go back?To those long summer days when the only care was…