Wednesday, June 4, 2008

around the table where the room sits, cigarettes gather for worship, and light bleeds , where tree of life with her sephirots swings into swords and wands and magical cups and pentacles, we sit and talk me and my lady , watching the sun , making random notes so we can map the universe.

1 comment:

drips of paint said...

your words are visual poetry ... keep up your good life