Friday, September 14, 2007


The vertigo is back I
can’t stop reading it.

His name should always
come first.   I’ll survive.

Up Pine toward the top
nearly the top and

I am atop.   Already
here its nice sunlessness.

The drive through the
mountains north with

cold feet.   Tender wind
swept roofs of Tender

loin.   Another plastic
bag or a leaf in one

life this town or met
ropolis I was aiming

for.   A dizzy life.   A
lifetime until I don’t.

This beast comes.   I
wanted him anyway.

Rejected by a beast
in the morning.   Over

the last couple of weeks
the sirens on Market.

High and five a.m.
again.   I wait for the

darkest sun my
drive within.