It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...
No fur in which to bury my ugly face,
Brother lost to me though of a different race...
I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...
My shoulders can not carry another load
this body was not designed for such burden...
I stared at my reflection in the mirror
Faking a smile, as always...
There are some bumpy days
nothing seems to be in place...
She travels from Florida
To New York every July...
These last few weeks I’ve seen you there
Sometimes just a shadow; sometimes clear as day...
If I were you, I wouldn't have forgiven myself.
I wouldn't have the patience to wait and see what...
This is my heart disguised as a poem.
Read it with your mouth pursed...
Midstream extremes scream horror in my dreams
Discovered the Informer Explorer...
I am not ill or poorly
Though some thing is not right...