How is it nature calls our heart?
told him to carry his self and what he could worry
waiting for her is something to appreciate.
wind in the pines
miracle of the Reformation sausage brought the popes to heel
to the cobbled cortex of my masses
molly slipped someone some molly
we waited for our children, prayed their return in the night
Your terror is bought and sold
pounded home each day like a mile long train of freight