Ballet de la Lune

In a never ending stream of consciousness I try to grab a winter moon sliding down a wave of shimmering light entering a mist where moonbeams shinedown on my black hair cravings and desires dance with in a restless mind too much yin and sleepless nights make me pale and frail I remember what myContinue reading “Ballet de la Lune”

A Retired Dancer

A ballet dancer looks at herself in the mirror everyday as a matter of fact a check on reality a retired ballet dancer–facts change is that really me in the mirror the front or the back bring out the bike the scales take a walk retard–the old bastard of time some say lucky to beContinue reading “A Retired Dancer”