needles for your health.
smiling white coat with cold hands.
the needle bites hard.
crow’s spirit
black crow on street lamp.
how shiny is your smart coat.
i hear your spirit.
pen heads
the sword becomes dull.
the pen mightier draws blood.
talking heads eat us.
stumbling smoke
white wet fluff on black.
the sun a burning bright smoke.
a cough and stumble.
gilded gaol
marx whispers to me.
his soft voice warm on my cheek.
hands in golden cuffs.
dead stones
gravel between toes.
thorns bristle along the path.
the flowers all dead.