She did not walk backwards down the dark lit stairs but through the fields and dreams of dew drops

Kimonos eclipse caught my eye in the tea house by the snow covered lake

harmonica and fish wait for cats to dismantle their houses OCD

bonfire boots stomped the ideas for my vacation right out of my head

this protection of your ankles makes just sense and sensibility

undergarments were guitar strings on a Jackson flying v swirled green and black
a custom 5150 tube amp skinned of chameleons

this fetish made me think of mine
with postage parcels boxes brown
tied up with string to sing

tearing as tadpoles are terrific

so cursive cut the wonder
and scissors chopped the cardboard curves

so i'm made of dead sparrow portraits
and carpel tunnel grapple pains