but then
even my Daisies sprouted thorns...
Hysterical laughter can be heard
within an old Oak tree...
You were so slapstick it was
tragic...
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...