Archive for all the stuff I call poems that I have written over the last 30 years and that I still continue to write, oblivious to the fact that they might be little more than doggawn atrocious in the eyes of those who might not know how to generate within themselves the bliss invisible.
Thursday, 23 December 2010
Rock On Reincarnation
hello father i’m your sister from 3,000 years ago, remember when we ate the bison beneath Mount Kilamanjaro and ma was the bison?
