breeze
fiends
superstitious twaddle
the conurbation sprawls in malicious neon
lightens up the untraceable atmosphere
breeze whizzes my fears
up the hillside the b side of
the onyx vinyl gives me
lovers
lice
they say death is real
I didn’t believe it before I got fifty
my cars and my company
donations to medical research gave me
smiling scientists
pyrotechnical yoga instructors tell me I will age
gracefully
the bum of my church overgrown
William Lewis is 60 years old and lives close to
the beautiful Santa Monica Mountains, CA.
