Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

Where's your will to be weird?

When you make your peace with authority, you become authority.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.