Publisher's Synopsis
A collection of poems written from the author as an early teen up to in his thirties. Some poems on life, some on death, some on love and some just because. "But the struggle bears no fruit when my ruminations are lost in another desert, bees sting because they have gone mad from lack of the poet's pollen, the swarm becoming enraged as I dig up my weapon of war from the dungeon's rank floor. All smiles find me, except those of my enemies, when I carry the jackal's sun-bleached jawbone. Defeat is sudden, from the bowels of victory or the miscarriage of it. When we sleep our dreams cannot demarcate either, for sweet chimeras are only roused by the bee's poison swelling from the fever."
