fell through living one day into dead dead walked round in there – and round - hitting head against wall nothing hitting nothing nothing to hear it neither black couldn’t find my way backintolife (i didn’t want it it didn’t want me) so i set up home here ate ashes made ashes out of ashes [...]

there's this thing in me that needs to be free

the world lives inside me (ask any Buddhist worth her salt) because I am unhappy the world is unhappy the trees, made sick by june offer up a department store xmas cheap with gaudy cherries they deck their grief in a hysteria of blossom they've closed their hearts to the man walking hand in hand [...]