Early Works - Exits

Exits, shame, gone again the flower of life extinguished. A blight, a plague some horrendous wave beauty of beginning disfigured in leaving, but what about the in-between. Burrowing brows, crowning frowns head spinning, spinning time of life lingering on oh what we pass. No more tears staining eyes doubts are faultless exits, shame, now cease. Revolving world, around, around gone it goes spinning wild. Fragrant flowers smelling pretty, disappearing rapid sights. Danger prompts bitter tears something fine, something gone exits, shame, who’s to blame. Fiery suns of mourning clouds burning fingers stretch forth, dark crisp falling dust. Bitter seeds of burning doubts memories shrink in heated scorn remembers voices stern, sharp exits, shame, no longer. 25 September 1979