Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...
It's a quarter past five and my internal clock...
You said we were two peas in a pod, our legs; a...
These night's seem to last forever
Like the darkness within my troubled heart...
Words, one's defender
yet tends to blunder...
Mother, are we alive?
I waved at our neighbor this morning...
An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping...
I wrote a poem, and it was a long poem
about hummingbirds and lilypads...
The poet is against himself,
in constant struggle for air...
All I recall is the sight of people running away,
some in pajamas, others the way God...
You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame...
I am walking through the harvest
every day, same time...
By the river a tide is forming,
bathing souls of a wild flower...