Poems from Badria

Lonesome rose, She’s lounging in A  coke bottle, In a withering way. I see her draw Up her limbs as if To yawn, but Hold them there  ...
This very moment is passing. I can feel the train car reeling, my thoughts are dipping into aged funds trying to maintain a sense of...
Dissipate my yellowed face, Flood the scathing valleys underneath, Take away this scab. Can you scrub promise into this skin? With my eyes...