Occupation: Poet Birth: November 7, 1942 Death: December 9, 2002
And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something..
And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?.
Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree. Put your mouth on mine. Bend down beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-….
For the book unwritten is the book burned..