Spring Cleaning
by Ronald J. Hoffman I walk through the corridor I light the candle to see I brought the proof
Experimental literature and art
by Ronald J. Hoffman I walk through the corridor I light the candle to see I brought the proof
You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts
While I watched you dying I drew a portrait of myself Years I was trapped gasping and crying and knowing
I won’t waste time stopping my fears But I wouldn’t mind you stopping a while Gold is a waste if
Hope is lost is lying near is beating drums is slipping along and chasing and grasping is breathing and gasping