Tortured by how life could have beenthe silent scream lifts her off her feet:ill-luck, tough-times…
well that’s that
looks like I ruined it
all over again
by simply saying
all the things
that hang
decisions to block out the noise
The Sky’s Neurotic Dance
she tucked her hairbehind her earlike a cigarette,waitingin a womblistening topunk rockplucking drupewhile hefinger fuckedthe middle…