The Mood This Morning

Will it keep my mother in my mind Or hold me down until the shadows pass? This thing I do in slowly pulsing light That finds the center of black * If in this room I had the say I’d cut it surgically around Place it glistening aloud On my wobbly lusterless tray (Preserving just … Continue reading The Mood This Morning

First Look

Alright, you’re broken Say that much Without the one fear you’ve never… You know you have no choice That much is clear Say it once, straight through, as plainly as you can Let pain provide the high relief * When I was a small boy my mother found me irresistible and so did not resist … Continue reading First Look