000 Generalities

Poverty is a symbol It’s as lost as two faces Conjoining eyes in a mirror It’s as nameless as two tracks Topping off at a crossroad As cold as massive numbers Turning odds into zeros So big it becomes An unmelodious aviary A zoo inches deep in dust A house dry of pulsation Of migrant […]

Over-dead 

five different versions of one same event how soon in life the die is cast too young to know what she was doing beach wood, isn’t it? inscrutable secrets and lies mature original passion prematurely inherited a one stringed lyre to a cup of hemlock over-dead, isn’t it? the happiest times in  life were in […]