Filed in Gather Writing Essential by on August 14, 2009 0 Comments








down in the jungle of town,

a wounded human almost swoons.

views the ruins moving beneath.

a future, oozing through

useless sutures.

it is high noon:

crazed canopy skewers

illumination–in lieu, a mushroom

blooms, blinding his third eye






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I am a human being.I am a Champion/Idealist.I am lost.

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