Poetry

SFO arrivals eyeshine California queen coup’d Posed in latent summer When it mattered most To see and be seen to be carefree All this thrashing about Grind now, grind later Pale shoulders

It's sad It's taken So long to write this. So long the tight fists Of psychic pain clamp shut Applying pressure to a wound. To keep as much inside To keep from gushing

Je me réveille tôt Huileux de mes rêves creux Le soleil brule Mais le lit est frais Dans mon petit coin Je me lève Quand je pense que je peux Mon esprit palpite

All foundries and fact'ries will work overtime To fire every ingot and further refine To melt it and smelt it and make it all clean I stopped up a delta to build a