I have been off-line for 3 weeks. I am poor, damned poor, my car is being a bum urchin, my last landlord is being a demon from the bowels of Hades, I don't get paid till Nov 15 and I still have no P/T. On the bright side, Gomez live amazes, Mr. T Experience live as well, good people, good tomfoolery good beers and good golly Miss Molly good poetry, Rimbaud and Cummings, good reads, Ishmael and Story of B, the people again are loverly and the music and working with bright shining kids 5 days a week, my heart is soft and mushy. What better way to kick off 3 weeks of not being here than with some poetry!!

Woman girlchild

holding cigarettes & glances

crystal container

amber fists rise to ruby lips

Ah-the. go. yes?

Nothing and tears

Heart bottom heavy

drop out

dark & sad corners

Turning cartwheels piggytails

"Oh yeah?" and the goodears open

inhaling.

Must. God, help. just. grrr

Engine stress Eyes loosing grip

Fall

Fall

Eyesherall

And I am an idiotangelchild