Compensation by Association
tear the rot out by the roots
Right
to the cobbled cortex of my masses
justice
considering your guilt
monotonous clown
molly slipped someone some molly
hats
used to be sombreros married 10 gallons
three notes
a silhouette of meaning
the pits
so i take down the last of the peaches
this quiet
high in the iron wood
Two
I look in the mirror Puzzled by what I can see It makes me reflect.
anniversary
we waited for our children, prayed their return in the night