Depression has captured my soul.

Grace slick
ate a spider
shinging--big and black----- her eyes smiling
on a overcast sunday in san francisco
sun trying to brake thru
baking small parts and cooling the rocks on angel island
skin flakes felled from al capone long ago while he sat in alcatraz with a sly smile on his lips-- he didn't like the industrial sized can peas
eaten by sea birds---
and recycled at the bottom of the sea
sprung up as water lillies-------
surrelstic pillow
we long to sleep
on cloudy october days
oh the battle ship armada of clouds flowing out east from old wyoming
little children look up and understand