19 and just off an overdose of sleeping pills, watching odd comedies slightly chubby and scantily clad on a spartan sofa in a white sanitarium for the deranged...
early October leaves are turning to color bars and falling slowly like T.V. memes on my daydream mind wearing a crown of quarks, Shiva's in decadence shoes dancing away the romance blues
the space between us like the cold blackness between stars the depressive air between different mind zones We contort it with a hug; I slice it with coffeespoons. Lovers, friends, and family
Morning is when the hopeful sun inches over the somber blue mountains, when violins dance in the mind, love stirs in the heart, spirit stirs in the legs, and life seems good...
under the bohemian patronage of the full morning moon, rising from unseen ether between the soaring skyscraper legs of the mother cosmopolita, we emerge in masses from the subway orifice