Poem -
dulce ángel liberame por favor----free the trapped
Cliches dripped from this mornings walk
light a dappled mare
dancing against this daisy matted drawing of a bleached past
sweet-scented the air
drawn into this magic herb
the collector
a friend of mine
long destroyed in the mould and earthy ground
now seated fresh on a grassy mound
TU ME TRAES MUERTES BESO
YOU BRING ME DEATHS KISS
hi came his ghostly sound
be awhile
enjoy your last smile
im here to share this day
to carry a load
shedding on this list of paths
such a smile I free today
as we walked into tomorrows
salty sway
TU ME TRAES MUERTES BESO
YOU BRING ME DEATHS KISS
