

Not Thirstyin spring youre all feathers and alarm clocks in the sky, your castle and gardeners tip their watering cans and pruning shears snip snip the berrybush trimming your troubles to fall over my face while I nap on the grass waiting for begonias to bloom. but if you insist, I will serve us teaNot Thirsty
"Look," I'll say, "we were young, the youth say things" and you'll say, whatever you want, and I will wave away any
words lofty, floating in my face, push my teacup into your hands and say, "whate


Scarecrow's MarchThe sun setting The scarecrow stirs Shakes loose straw away. The magpies laugh from their wire, But theyve been laughin' all day.Scarecrow's March
He marches past mud puddles, Skeleton key in hand No doors in sight.
He trudges past mud puddles, stiffens in his position the sun rising.


The TruthIn my car we sat, straight shouldered and shaking. A spotlight lit our scene with steady determinationThe Truth
At the window a flashlight cut through the atmosphere in the car the officer's tap, tap, tapping electric windows turn slow
Smoke curled Coiled, sprang into the evening Smelling our fear, that officer spoke,
"You boys having any trouble?" No officer. "You boys been drinking? Doing Drugs?" No drinking, sir. "Drugs?"
We glanced at one another smoke danced by the pale flashlig


AttractionI am the storm. for years the clouds built around me obscuring my sight, hiding my chaos in a fog. heavier and heavier I became before I let the rain fall a light, misting drizzle. gentle and deceitful I feigned my peace to appease.Attraction
but inside the electricity stirred, jumping from droplet to droplet, moment to moment it hid behind morning mist. building, burning, channeled, until I became
the lightning itself, unsettled and wild the violence, the fear, the pain. the rain lost its charm, its calm and the storm became me.
the electricity esc
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"Art is anything you can get away with."
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