#258 (depth perception)

a lark picked my right eye while I left it out to dry now all I see is shallow space a blinking dot within a maze 'though absence makes the heart go yonder this theft has left me here to wonder if one eye might suffice for me 'cause after all I would still see … Continue reading #258 (depth perception)


#223 (A Banshee In My Closet)

A Banshee in my closet She used to haunt the graveyard but all tombstones were turned the soil had been salted, all the trees  had been burned She sung out silver sobs between trousers and tops and her touch made me freeze So I bought me a dresser 'twasn't meant to impress her just a … Continue reading #223 (A Banshee In My Closet)