I have all the keys to a faraway landJingle-jangle in my head, noisy as everbut the doors are locked from inside by the rude nativesor they’re not just as dreamy. They don’t know to glide through the ocean yellownor dive across the gloomy open over dense slum rooves.They think ours is a phase, darling, don’tContinue reading “Pointy Last Breath- A Poem”