1986.

Tied hands making for
their ever small comforts, the
inevitable.

1985.

Where the watchers knows
that to live is to obey.
A slow threat of mores.

1984.

Irony on the
edge of each machination.
Tender sodomy.

1983.

Caught in the stasis
of forward motion stuck in
perpetual pause.

1982.

Can hearts really be
anything but cannibals
where love is concerned?

1981.

An eternity
made of Sisyphus and that
damn futile effort.

1980.

Then reversal and
erasure. Over myself
for this next sequence.