will dream
anyway

i am
about
to
find out

i might as well be writing in Spanish.
if i could,i would.
it was uncomfortable.battered and
deep fried bruised.
do you even remember that day?

know it is just words,not action,
just words.escape is impossible,out
of the question.no where to run.
like this time.
eating now,devouring everything you
see,thinking somehow
it is just in the way.
look at you.

keep going
one of the secrets
of life
involves movement
cleaning
keep the broom working
the dust pan
looks ready to
ponce

wondered

sometimes if

we

even had a

heart

wondered

sometimes

if she even had

a heart

am watching

not really

can not

see that far

the child in everyone

dancing

in a room filled

with windows

and mirrors

 

 

to

look at me

you

would not believe that

I could understand

anything

dumb or invisible

neither

you

cannot

see my heart

feel my thoughts

live my life

or

even grasp

how happy

I can be

in this sorrow

I want a refund

that

poem sucked so bad

that

I want a refund

okay