It's funny how oft I'll rewrite a line,
to make it clever, or witty, or rhyme...

Though I'm looking at you, I don't see you.
I'm a bit distracted by the crickets in my head...

Wam! Bam!
Hit in the head with hooked-on-phonics...

Somber: the bus-missing days,
Turned imperviously on by the rain...

Music moves me, simply;
It seeps into the hollowness...

Hark; its something disheartening:
A strangled strand of words, sobbing...

We took a forward plunge into a cesspool of stars,
Dove headfirst into the vastness of watery...

My voice is getting raspy,
from the songs I try to sing...

Another morning sleeps in my bed.
a velvety sleep took a soft turn to hazy...

She felt so foolish in her garnished skirt and...
Walking heel to toe, heel, toe, and turn...

The dark side of the moon has never looked...
the trees never seemed taller, or their leaves...

The morning was merely majestic,
as every other before it...