3.27.2004

respect is earned, I
cannot give it - it's not mine
don't hold in

3.26.2004

make an assertion!
am I obliged to believe?
only Truth.

3.25.2004

I have on my wall
pictures
of famous people
who have died

At least I now have
something
that they don't

a wall

3.24.2004

tired awaken me
drone the day - fifty each hour
home door warm

3.23.2004

this is some success
press it between your fingers
my heart bleed

3.22.2004

he painted all his paintings
stacked them in rows

they were like records
in a record store -
full of promise

they were all taken in the fire
no one had ever seen them

3.21.2004

how can I know
with these skewed eyes

light touch to joy
dance on my heart

let me bring you
swirl in the mist