There Is No Justice We Don't Make

I Stayed Under The Moon Too Long.i Am Silvered With Lust.dreams Flick Like Minnows Through My Eyes.my Voice Is Trees Tossing In The Wind.i Loose Myself Like A Flock Of Blackbirdsstorming Into Your Face.my Lightest Touch Leaves Blue Prints,bruises On Your Mind.desire Sandpapers Your Skinso Thin I Read The Veins And Arteriesmaps Of Routes I Will Traveltill I Lodge In Your Spine.the Night Is Our Fur.we Curl Inside It Licking.

You Are Built To Pull A Cart, To Lift A Heavy Load And Bear It, To Haul Up The Long Slope, And So Am I, Peasant Bodies, Earthy, Solid Shapely Dark Glazed Clay Pots That Can Stand On The Fire.

I Am A Driven Writer. I Feel Guilty If I Don't Write, Not Self-indulgent If I Do.

The Price Of Seeing Is Silence.

People Are Very Afraid Of Any Controversy. We've Become Very Passive Spectator Types. And When The Kids Were Protesting Globilization - Quite Reasonably - They Really Got Bashed.