Poetry

"...grows heavy, veins fill with polypropylene..."

"...earth possessions strapped to my back rawhide..."

"...shattered my glass against their concrete..."

"...unforgiving Canadian winter..."

"New York City is where people who are disappearing go..."

"...He looked over his shoulders daily...."

"...does not have a voice or a civil place in society..."

"...outside the Cavern Club on Mathew Street..."

"...Come for me, for my death..."

"...Your tattoos have faded to light grey..."

"...I heard the sounds Of pots and pans Cheering and clapping..."

"...I meet ghosts in society -- tall, short, thin, fat, well dressed...

"...That MEMORY That MYSTERY..."

"...I am a weapon of mass destruction and social disruption..."

"Do you ever see things in the carpet..."

"...In the dark he drifted and strained his eyes..."

"...Honor the past rather than dwell on it..."

"...the sledge that will be heaved at you..."

"...There are no more secrets..."

"...chasing the ghostly hoodoos and whatsits..."

"...each arriving low, in permanent cursive..."

"...sparks of revolution loom large..."

"...Bathed in salt rain you will find me..."

"...do you think using drugs would improve my writing?"

"...Think of animated emoji reactions to a post..."

"...they act as if knights errant with their swords..."

"...Alarms sound, the gates fall..."

"...Her pay slip is engraved in her heart..."

"...the pigeons flutter their wings..."

"...maybe it's no different than before, but ..."