Shhh, tread lightly...
Lest you are particularly...
I always thought January
the cruelest of months...
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
I was an awkward child.
Stumbling over my feet...
Treading amongst
Herbaceous boarders...
Birth of a new year awoke
with a future killed...
The sea is mighty, deep, and chilled
And many are the men it's killed...
Aphrodite the goddess of love,
Hades the god of the underworld and death...
Inspired by the poem "Repairs" by Andrew...
Tools flood the garage...
Tonight, I fell upon my knees
lit a candle...
Some things are beautiful thoughts
but I shall finish it up just right here...
My mind is a fortress
of un lived realities...