Metamorphosis
Observe this mind emerging from the womb,
poetry
Rain dance
Street-steps stuttered through rain-walks
Lyric
I could not tear down the walls that hommed me in.
My room is square
My room is square,
Untitled
No, I shall never return. That fact is certain.
Untitled
Lost in a wide and houseless world
The concert
Centred upon the small town stage
Poem
Tormented hell of heaven's bliss
Wading
The eel grass sighed
Roadhouse waitress
French-fried senses,
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