Selections: Book I (ISBN:0-9731143-2-0)
The straight straw haired
virgins of Haight
So innocent in their corruption
So corrupted in their futures
Walking their poodle children
No longer stand in shadow
Watching outward, the play of light.
Heat, dancing within solid mirage.
I seek heat
Like Weiners mole
My energy runs low, death seeks me.
I run from shadow to light in jealous despair
At earths temerity
Stealing from me one degree of autumnal