Five Years old, ugly and shy.
I saw you letting go and I cried.

Mummy! Mummy!  Please don’t go.
Will you come back?  I don’t know.

Mummy! Mummy! Do you care?
Please, please stay. I want you near.

She looked me in my eyes and said,
“Don’t call me that.  Call me by my name.

It’s Marcia.  Give it a try”.
That’s the last day I saw her…

Until sixteen years later, one day in late July.

Too many demons to face this January, already feels like hell in my brain.

Time to open the gate and let evil run lose.
Too many Angels knocking,

Too many Angels starving, My food for thoughts are always poisonous.

Emergency Evacuation
Not enough Time

as love
is diffuse
where glow
is his
so well
it'll show
how bright
the moon
tonight when
it's there
if finaly
the moment
swept them
off the
road and
into a
tile home