ANIMA REX, my foundation.

ANIMA REX

My underdeveloped Feminine

There’s the sea

Calm,

She smokes a cigarette alone on a pier

White cropped hair carried in the wind,

Solemn and mysterious,

Curved and sexy.

I see her,

Behind a glass case.

and I, on el otro lado,

I critique her with the janitorial squad.

I listen, I know,

I talk, I don’t listen.

I agree and look out at the sea,

And she Is cradled in my wind

And I am regaining my consciousness

Or my awareness

Sometime. as

Salt on my tongue.