Some things are too personal for poetry,
so I'll speak vaguely...
Your name was Patrick,
I made sure I got it right...
I'm sorry for worrying you.
I'm sorry for not being able to get over you...
There once was a lively flock of birds,
always in sight of a grand destination...
I laughed at the whole world.
I...
It was deep inside the wound of that tramp
that I learned to be a gentleman...
Ah writing
It’s like fire burning wood...
Who is God? Where is God? What is God? We ask
Then, we think that this is an impossible task...
Wish you could see me
for who I am...
The hum of a tractor across the
ditch. I can't see it, only hear it...
I wonder what it would be like to have
wings - would they grow from this grief...
_Why does the dead fish still poke on the unbitten...
years after, where the bait and the fish himself...