The Near-Death Blues
Ah'd die of blues, if Ah had mah way,
poetry
Sink or Swim
Annihilate the self, where is the self?
The Wound
To draw the nectar from a mouth
Escape Ahead
No more;
Lady in Black
Against bottle-lit bar,
Poem
Looking down on the roof
Possibility
If Faustus pleaded that fair Helen should
Healer and Sense
Oh Poet! Such love you do
The Evening Hour of Meket-Re'
At evening Meket-Re' came out to sit
Nocturne
Across the velvet August sky
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