The words I write while I slumber.
The ever calling wrong number.
The broken mailbox of my life.
My battered and abused midwife.
My tortured soul in utter agony
and my mind with its favorite fantasy.
Deal with the voodoo chicken bones
and the late night ringing phones.
the style I forget but the smell forever
and no one will ever convince me, Never.

12/02/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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