{he fancies himself able to contort his frame so,
coping with any sets of matters}
i can tell there is a spirit in the room with us...
lightly, he disturbed the air around my face,
or the whole room was pressing in,
then out... as a volume of water does
{but in practice, he falls out of the marriage-bed}
when your body is removed from it
{he would also lick a pie graph, for comfort}
and it does seem this massagingone
keeps one of us cold each night
an elbow in an ear...
smothered...
guts ripped out...
until the coffee is made, at least
UPDATED 4/20/04: Well, I realilzed eventually that it will be impossible to upload the music files I had intended to share here. Somehow I imagined that Geocities would allow far more storage and FTP functionality, but sadly, it is not so. Therefore, I am leaving this website as it is--further updates are unlikely. I intend to look into publishing a book of writings in the near future, and sometime I may put together a proper website, but for now I am swamped in Real Life and only have time for a few things. I gravely appreciate all who have looked and read here. Thank you.
-elem
