"from up here the pacific looks like fire and things to come.
i'm a steel rocket; i am a human bomb.
they say we'll be gods..thunder, divine.
but surely we'll only be history--literal and poignative;..."Kind Of A Long Way Down
"crawled out the window on the fourteenth floor.
said, "i don't know," then didn't say anymore.
she used the window instead of the door.
now I'm alone up on the fourteenth floor...."Not Waving But Drowning
"was further out than you thought
wind-swept and current-caught.
not knee-deep, but out to sea.
slipped off the boat that we bought...."|
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