And she drives us to the valley
and I know why
I'm going.



Many years ago it began in the
lighted obscurity
of a rubicon
behind the tenement in the alley.


I remember I was drinking a green
beer lemon eating samon fish.


Getting inpatient
reveling desperation salt of your words
prevailing

of the dark immortal romance
The impending
Winter Solstice
The New Lords.



She has wooden shooes.

he remarked,
"this is the saddest hand of Dominos
i have ever played."


She got's us into the freeway.
and I heard old mesmerizing Cuban music.

Full Moon and earthquakes Volcanos
I want to sleep but I can't.
i'll eat some Ice cream

impeccable timing from coincidence and its irony.

The Ninth month

I am left with chills...



I read your depth three times each time reading at a slower pace,,,
Incredible...

There's something almost William Burroughsish about it - I like it, but I'd have to spend hours with it to even begin to understand it, I think. Well done.

it invites you to understand, yet can never... very cool.

thats it,, I have read it again,,,
Ms Bas,,,