A life, so full of promise
your life, now devoured
you beg for crumbs of frienship
and are fed gormet morsels
from willing saints
but they're never enough
are they
to fill the void
your life has become

It's so lonely where I am
I so desperately want to hold your hand
I want to get lost in your eyes
I want to hear you whisper my name

I can only wake from the dream
With a sense of longing and hope
Ready for tomorrow
Ready for my chance to dream again.

dear j

The traffic is stopped
And the sunroof is open
Looking up I see
The sky is so bright
A thought occurs to me
The sky don't care
Where you are
Who you're doin
Or what's on your mind
...
And neither do I.

She cut her eyes
and just looked
her secret smile
and I knew
the time had arrived
for me
and you

one night
the moon
a dull orange (in the sky)
i had a thought
my heart
the dull ache
somehow less
i was thinking
the moon
a shadow (of itself)
an online
billboard
miss me yet?
and do you?

the sense
a small pear
and a moon
twice its size
a harvest
prepared
and you?

I came across a flea
And his name was Tim
I said to him,
Oh Tim,
Where have you been?
"From the head to
The tail
To the neck to
The toes
I've seen it all
I've lived it all"
And what, said I
To my new friend
Tim,
Was it that you did
Learn?
Well, said Tim,
With a sly little grin,
I have learned
But one lesson
In this life of mine.
Pray tell, Tim, pray tell.
Tis this then that I've learned:
That life, she is a bitch
She is a real bitch, said Tim.

Some day I'll see why I've come this way. At least that's my hope. I have these thoughts that float through the air, some gel, others do not. A lot like what others experience, I am sure. Looking around now though, all I can see is the soothing blue. A fine shade of light blue that says, " hey man, just relax, it's all gonna be ok." And who can argue with that? I sometimes hear the calling of the loons, oddly peaceful the way it echoes around me. They call to me and remind me of times past, and maybe even times ahead. The air is crisp, but not too cold. And I can smell dinner in the air. Tonight, I think it's gonna be fried fish. I love fried fish...little bit of good for ya, little bit of bad. The trees are swaying in the evening wind, I think it's gonna rain. The loons call out again, and I'm sure, tonight a storm is brewing. I think I will just relax a bit before the storm , enjoy my evening, and wait for the nurse to loosen my straight jacket so I can eat. Then I think I'll let the storm out....