This is a site poem I wrote in Richmond Va. Enter the labrynth, Transatlantic psychoanalysis tiger skin feeds me like dried fruit the shadow cools in the back yard if the pod breaks parallell passe fogive me if I stare I heard you coming pryex drinking cups permitted toasted oats 11 single serving cans I tried to explain balsamic but a word would have to do always breath when smoking drive the car of the future back when you were a tadpole and I was a fish crawling on some Indian shore thank you for being a part of my life she said sure, I’ll see you there