Wealthy In Spirit

I caught him pissing onto molten copper – trying to make gold Got to start somewhere, I thought I asked, “Are you looking for the philosophers stone?” He said he’d found it. It was the self And that he’d rather find something else Perhaps a more wealthy self But wealthy in spirit Living in a […]


Derelict   We pictured it over and over And wondered just what it would Feel like to sit in the house Just to sit, nothing else And absorb all the memories And stories that might have been written In some way preserved By the brick and the wood Although scared very harshly But never forgot […]