Eating fingers
Wicked ways
Cannot let the feeling faze
Pick them off
One, Two, and three
The Cumming of a Mortal Tree
Wrap Head into a knot
Scrapping off all I got
Eating ground, sky and me
The Cumming of a Mortal Tree
Will not wait
Cannot Linger
This one that one
Eating Finger
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Peace,
Dayvid