Untitled
No, I shall never return. That fact is certain.
poetry
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,
Lyric
Be patient, Sweet. Forbear
To a lost love
I cannot talk with you
The final fall
I know now that it was my final fall;
Chaleur
There drifted silver hooks of mist
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