Monday, September 17, 2012


Scarlet letters on the wall.
Mirrors on a bathroom floor.
They bring me to the place.
Where I can never find myself again.

Head cut borders,
eating straws.
Wind and snow and cold
Dark shores.
Will you be amazed?

Just looking at the way
the sun the moon the stars.
Couldn't conjure what is ours.
Even if we did exist.
Just looking at the moments
how they pass.
The pointlessness of life;
The breathing starts.
Without you again.

I shudder as
The day begins to pass
Wishing I could sleep and dream again.
Fall into inertia.