bronzed with nails of gold

sick of waiting on hold 

she threw her hair back 

gotta jump on her ’89 Peugeot 

to Dallas. intercepting lines with a decadent hum

intermittence of back lit squares

mascara and eyeliner bold

tired of waiting on hold

triumphant she got in on the other

side and out of the cold


upcycled blue no.2

oh pomegranate 

swollen on the bush dangling

illogical participle

seeds afire like jelly like

wax they almost picked us off 

decisively you stood up

and out like embers like 

fireflies like rain in a spotlight 

modify you modify for days 

and days and




the heart finally spoke out

like cinema ina condemned theatre

tape rolling through a bell howell

projector dug from an archive. the heart

finally spoke out the light

cast upon the wall

bringing the past to life for

the heart never dies


you cannot care too much

i got keyed up

tearful unable to speak

reflecting what you told me

had happened 

they called me overinvolved they

said i lost perspective

they wanted to pull the case

out from under me. i

fought back 2 show it only

makes me work harder

to help