A Poem
Let my malady bring once more, the healing scent of mountain thyme,long lost with the…
Cocaine-Betaine-Heroin crashes the streets;your high feeds off people, what a loss, crass faced blushed cheeks,your wisdom doesn’t shout…
The reach of the worldis a pair of shoesstrung along wires.
I.
She sits with her brown breasts flung out into the open Listening into weightless silence…
