July 21, 2008

No thoughts come to mind
that I can put down on page.
Perhaps this is best.

Not Two

July 15, 2008

I write from my heart.
Where is my heart? In my head.
Should be in my chest.

On Time

July 15, 2008

I cannot be late.
I do not know how. Aha!
I am too lazy.


July 14, 2008

My head hurts. I can
feel the throbbing. It feels good
to lie on the couch.


July 13, 2008

I enjoy notice.
To be seen. Too much. It hurts
to be at such odds.


July 13, 2008

We try so hard to
live, we miss things. Things we see.
Coins on the sidewalk.


July 13, 2008

We try to move things.
With reasons, with agendas.
We should just move things.


July 13, 2008

Cold wind chills my skin.
People move around me now.
I feel the chill air.


July 13, 2008

Groping in the dark,
I feel myself breathing still.
I know I am here.


July 13, 2008

I try to make life.
I fall flat on my face. Good.
Some things can’t be made.