Private Viewing
Our eyes look out in darkness, both whites shot
John Barton
Warhol
hey there, Drella, it's me, Juan Baton: I erase you; I make you live--
The Afterlife
how my absence becomes their memory, how well they seem to keep it
Amnesia
the old man from Delphi cutting my hair trims holes in my thoughts
Caprice
Caught in two bodies lifted
Pastiche
You slip in
Divertissement
Sex without kissing
Pastorale
A ravine mulched with waste and tangled fallen
Our Embrace: Random Etudes, 1 through 4
"Sex is the last reguge of the miserable."
Six Letters in Autumn and Unwritten
I A year since the lack October moon.
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