poetry and prose


before campus became a memory


back to the story

desperation for a nap

responsibilities in the morning

just before June


with a blindfold

with the cover facing the aisle

with Ghesquière in mind

twenty minutes

of amorous relations

so swift with nothingness

to himself he applauded

whose progress

nearly midnight

flight of listless thought

half dozen mix

many pages and half moons

disheveled sanity


points of view

tis the season

so close to multiple zeez

a silhouette ponders love

a lust for dreaming

fascinating times at Common Market

first impressions of Charlotte

southern something

Sunday night

finding a muse


in the other cubicle row

oh, Gates

oh, border patrol


before campus became a memory

with a deep sigh

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