This ponderous ghost / canvas so heavy with wet / we can go no more.

Not yet a woman / Unsure she starts at my voice / Fresh and willowy.

My teeth will tear you / as your oily blood rolls down / and colors your death

A tender moment / as your oily blood rolls down / and colors your death

How the desert blooms / yet it is not the water / but the scent of rain

rain has wet the path / the stones are slick and shiny / but the frogs dont mind

when you start to drown / remember to kick your feet / and wake from your dream

beneath me you moan / I close my eyes and wander / so I can.

Soil between my toes / The work is not yet complete / I cannot rest.

Poison in the lake / and poison in the river / it all washes to sea.

If we could not sleep / would we ever want to fly / if we never dreamed.

Grasp the handlebars / push off as hard you can. / A child's first freedom.

Everytime I / think of dying I think of / I think of living.

The snore of my dog / Is as soothing to me as / Rain on a tin roof.

Each taste is magic / every touch electrical / your thigh smooth and warm.

The fish on the beach / like a dog in a space ship / has gone through the sky.

A hard wind blowing / the gull's feathers bent backwards / she runs from the surf.

The girl is crying / I push my boat through the reeds / my cheeks are burning.