The Move:
Projects taunt
people stream
throwing awaits
foundation buckles
butter flies

no do this
taxing
power weaves through
slavery

Misc:
in a swamp,
soul food
hides behind paper
then pleades waving

Fat:
Fat crashes through
Honey, I'm home.
shelter hurricane whip shake host

The room:
The door yawns open
Bone-chilling-cold sucks visitors
failed ghosts taunt and play hide-and-seek
sludge hangs out in mid-air awaiting avalanche calls
light bars ghosts from leaving like a prison
old trees scrub ear drums

Marsh: (25OCT2004)
Marshes
don't give up easily
when vines become entangled
and you
walk into one congolmeration
hoping
for forward progress
without assistance
to pull you out of the muck and complexity

when you don't
call for help
and seeth
for days
and wonder
why no progress
is being made