Second Stage – A Hybrid Cento

we watch and we are always here – fog everywhere. fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. darkness gathers all around. As the streetlights by the river…

A Walk at Midnight

took a walk at midnight mid december neath the full moon in open air past lonely cornfields barren cut to the quick at harvest – didn’t speak just kept walking through empty streets across from apartment complexes storage units street lamps desolate strip malls – i don’t like this world in the light of day…