"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



We all do disappear eventually   except not

en masse   unless in mass exterminations

Generally we are orphaned one-by-one    Some

look up & see stars   others flashlights    While

others still   see hunger   Everywhere   Soon tiny

mouths in the black sky will begin to  eat us


The other night at the Music Hall: greying crowd

emerging into the dark night (after spending much

of the concert peeing) looking around with starving

eyes at other 50 somethings stumbling into the light 


*(read between the eyes  their pasts are seeping through

the cracks)  While the dead leave us hungry  with mouths

full of questions




Summer  2014

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