published in americas international libuary of poetry in imortal verces.the constant reminders that taunt memmories that stick like glue that remain my every breath,like the moon riping up the floor boards at high tide with the shallow tone of a beat where there are no words a higher vibration for a moment that truly disappears in an absence where the felling remains your own.the deep six the tin star the man who shot liberty and ended up on a train to paradise. who needs crimes with dreams like these it bites like a fish and kicks like a horse there is no morphine im only sleeping. Sex On Fire
Ezekiel 25:17. "The Path of the Righteous Man Is Beset on All Sides by The inequities of the Selfish and the Tyranny of Evil Men. ;)