a right angle

because I was given your name I adopted your pain

and we talked

distant eyes

"random happenstance"

i see the way

pernicious, callous, cruel and above all spurious

immobilised angel

so alive, so real, so fake, so dead and so...

music is our sanctuary

yes we can can with tree detail in reflective mood

We Are What We Are, Not What We Are Not

i guess that's that

come on reds

"pyrrhic victory"