Your words flow over me As warm, fresh water falls From...
He speaks And slowly Of love He sings A rhythm Lost...
I was a writer And so I wrote But for myself...
I saw you then My teeth twitching What is this dance?...
The virgins burn with squelched desire in beds of fire they...
Fingerprint of crimson stain Everlasting Waterfall of life and death. Texture...
The joke went on for months after you left at home...
Opens in five places to the land and the bees Outside...
There is a place where the earth bleeds Gouged by masticating...
The poems in “Made in U.S.A.” are taken from the five...