June 2011
Vox Humana
I haunted a basketmaker’s shop.
Spending my days tearing pictures out from magazines,
& hanging them on the walls of my prison.
I remember walking by the sand.
Each knob representing a different frequency range.
And I remember holding the hand of the skeleton prince.
He swept me into his arms and he…
He had a tremolo deep in the back of his black eye sockets.
And he said...
