I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...
Even though I'm sure you'd disagree,
I feel we're headed back to square one...
and as the clock approaches
the last minutes of the night...
Are you gone?
Nah, I’m still here...
i don’t know, I wish I knew
but i don’t know...
A gadfly
Buzzes...
I have seen THE horror
of where the truth...
Was it always this way,
or just my oblivion was the sleigh...
My poetry is not poetry really,
if poetry is doomed...
The sadness creeps in,
unsuspected, unwanted...
Could it ever be safe
to be with them...
if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond...