Forget

3.

My deeds are carried on

the backs of old crows as warm

winters welcome me home.


4.

She sees me today

as a ghost whose hungry arms

could hold her once more.


5.

All of my pages

left under used cigarettes

are yours to believe.

Boy Detective.mp3

Flowers

1.

Beside the bones shape

unwelcome roads in dust foiled

by the western shore.


2.

I was beautiful

once and i would be again

if only you'd known.


First Perennial Fall.mp3