printed: F.U.C.K. Poetry Venture #025        


        extremely violent dreams in an otherwise serene life
        haunted by my own death, i continue on
        perusing backlit beach framed on the wall
        listening to accursed music from the floor
        a sullen image frozen in mind
        liquid silver tears blaze a new trail
        and they tell me to let it go....
        
        mea_culpa