The phenomena
wasn't...
Man in the wilderness
shouting "I am!"...
A grand applause is what I heard
from behind a well pleated curtain...
A funny little observation
from my garden...
There are days when the highway sure seems
like a safer place than the lingering four walls...
Through my hair glides fire and rain:
the misery my of days, my cries for help...
As these thoughts and feelings race through my...
Everything seems like its fake and just a dream...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
I repeatedly imagine,
the day we meet again...
Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...
A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found...
Bandits request you
for either money or life...