To Find England, To Find Genteel Ladies.
I am sure you will find England once more and leave America behind with its ballistic mind we may rediscover gentlemen and genteel ladies of grace & sit by a…
I laugh, I cry, People Watch Me As They Walk On By.
Lying in state a quick break from the worm, breaking away from the underpinning I am ripened like an old joint, cursed with dodgy seed, trust today and tomorrow I…
The Sand Casts Over Me
A dance in the dune of mystery, sand peeling skin wind playing droplets drying abandoned hair, absurd waves prance as horse spirit thieves the long and slow beginning of the…