My Big Fight
I can not remember why we fought...
To My Unborn Child...
I'm writing down this letter, to my unborn son...
When you look at your watch
you...
Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...
I climbed the fire tower
like I did several years ago...
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies...
the faucet
drools non-stop...
once,
i was a balloon...
Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed...
I want to be carefree and do silly dances with...
One day, perhaps...
The rain is pouring down
Creating a soggy back garden...