neilcoppen

Slide open my bathroom window framing a far- off freeway. Clear sleep from crusty eyes. Three am. Suburbs still except for the sound of just…

If I could eradicate the myth What might that leave you with? I have my own less prohibitive but they are myths all the same…

 Give me step ladders and terminaly ill light bulbs Blinking to the painful end Give methe silenced song of my grandmother's singer sewing machineYour afflictions…