time to go
time to go i didn’t really pack my stuff when i left i wasn’t in a clear space it was the end of the world as i imagined it two…
spitting fire
spitting fire there she was in her little black dress just crossing the bridge towards me spitting fire asking me to engage or be enflamed to bursting 1/5/02 *image from…
the end of poetry
the end of poetry it was a great run these letters words not sentences all arranged to make sounds in your mind when the last poetry shop closed i was…
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