Jitter Issue #1
Visions of a Blue Nile
She was the howlingmistress of my desertoasis soul, the Isis tomy Osiris, lost in aturbulent life's transition.She was just anotherbrokenhearted muse,someday to be scrawledupon tear stained papyrus.And from these, thelacerations that her cruelwords belched up my flesh,the crimson blood, red andflowing; sprang forth.My blood!My blood!Flung into theMediterranean Sea,set free from this harshconfinement, set free from this,the unforgiving Nile of life.