of imminently shifting tides-10.12.09

*artwork- drawing by kosta gurgov

deputed beggar spotless junky getting no share. i am gone. hungered by anger stabbed with self pity embedded by excluding shame again, i am being tortured while glue-like minutes drip away that’s who i am unheeded child, still waiting, miserably restless, for ever evanescent mom. Greek tragedy… predestined rocking… oh, mother, is there any good in talking (of imminently shifting tides?)