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



looks so happy all the time  except for when

death tugs at his pant leg  panting    Then he

looks spectral   thin   grey skin   barely hugging

his chin


I saw him last night and it looked to me that all

of the levity among the men around him   The

back-slapping-beer-drinking crew   was just a

metaphor for: not yet being a member of the old

boys club  with one leg astride a man cave*



Herr God, Herr Lucifer




Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.



(Sylvia Plath  Lady Lazarus  October 1962)




Last Day Spring 2015 *(bat-grave-caves reserved for those with capes)



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