When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...
I wrote poems with
letters that do not exist...
Stop the world.
Ease in a second...
Life is not easy
for easiness is like seeping...
I am not of here,
I am from a place...
knock-knocking
on my wooden door...
She said that I was too sad, too damaged,
though I disagreed, ratiocinating...
Get me off my lazy bum
and back into action...
Spark
my mind with your words...
I come back
to the little girl on a swing...
Lost is a destination I've sailed to
unintentionally more times than I've ever...
My weekends are somewhat overly aquired of late.
My time is in demand but without demand also...