Dealing junk you sit
Web-toed and flat
Looking like your stage
Has collapsed,
Spectators filing
Out the door,
Your sweet mouth
Smeared by
Scarlet, your blouse torn
Eyes vacant except
For lost karma
picked up while playing
Act 2 of Octavia the Lost.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif