Table Of Contents
Morning Has Broken
With your humps, leering eyes...
Dreaming With Your Hand On The Small of my Back
We evaporate, or become washed out by brushes...
While Smoking a Cigarette on the Deck
One yard over..
Snowed In At O'hare
I pull the wires that spin snowflakes..
I got a lite on you, babe!
I try with my right hand..
the (st)art of madness
a Sphinxlike spectre descends..
Five Poems
Decipher the news from the web of delusion..
Did I Find the Articulated Dreams of Utopia?
I was not afraid to get my hands dirty..
Winter is Thin
There are ghosts in stones..
Finger
It happens in the sweaty dreams of summer..
All Poems ©Tasha 2000 - 2001
