out side lays / dirty february / void
of words / slush fill ed / oh yes / the
snow fell / oh yes / rain came too
it silenced me / broke my voice / circled
my head / /
i think / the rain thot / it could find
march / hiding / mysterious lee / or not
under heap ed up snow banks /
it was try ing to for get
winter death / long ing for escape
oh yes / st.ill / long ing for escape
(beat)
it never goes a way
/
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
the dish washer's gift of words
All men should strive to learn before they die,
what they are running from, and to, and why.
~James Thurber
/
what they are running from, and to, and why.
~James Thurber
/
age old / i have be come your hands
heart / is
a place no one can talk about / it goes beyond
love / the slick ness of sweat / sweet taste of life
i am not / heart / only stone / cold they say
an anger press ed down / fill ed up / w sad ness
& simple they say / there is nothing to dying
i don't remember being born / i scarce lee
remember / touch / core thing / that / heavy hand
of / now you've for gotten / & i get up & leave
always leaving / once / last time / /
yes / the days are getting long er now / sun shines
over the mountain / air / frozen roads / ice to remind
we st.ill move a round / this year / next year / & i keep
next year's plan to my self / no sense sharing with the dead
a place no one can talk about / it goes beyond
love / the slick ness of sweat / sweet taste of life
i am not / heart / only stone / cold they say
an anger press ed down / fill ed up / w sad ness
& simple they say / there is nothing to dying
i don't remember being born / i scarce lee
remember / touch / core thing / that / heavy hand
of / now you've for gotten / & i get up & leave
always leaving / once / last time / /
yes / the days are getting long er now / sun shines
over the mountain / air / frozen roads / ice to remind
we st.ill move a round / this year / next year / & i keep
next year's plan to my self / no sense sharing with the dead
Thursday, February 16, 2006
losers & other / folk lore / why i hate harmonicas
don't feel much like writing / to nite
pins / needles / & other assort ed / ah
sharp pains / /
crzy to poison one's self / drink me / to death
& the hang over / cost of a party / cost of
losing one's mind / buzz ed on happy
yes / 2 days after the wake / one lost week
one long week / / happy to have this one
be hind me / / three two one
& i count you back in again / / /
& i'm sorry for my loss / many loss es / late lee
every thing seems to slip / my hands are empty
heart feels / stung / bite me here / & you know what
i give up on you
giving is / a good thing to do / i've decided / & the
purge comes / slow lee @ first / i do anticipate a full
shedding / gone gone / broken hearts all ways heal
heart is not broken / simply / mis placed / abused
& i am the cross / / oh so cross / so so so
& you know / crzy people don't ask
/ don't tell don't tell
it was the strangest thing you see / to let you go
you you you / who are you / who were you
ah dead dead / dead to me / / i walk past ghosts
can't see you any more / invisible now /
funny how all things come to an end / finite / we are
all / finite /
& the jaded go on being / used / up
tired of the games / convenience
yes / handee / yes / hand dee
jump on / jump off /elevate
your self / story goes round round
& i could get off any time / but i've
been told / it's up to me / / to get off
one must stop
press ing down so hard / it's a crime you see
one repeat ed daily / millions of times
you see/ the jive don't do me / words don't work
won't won't / & you see / some people have a story
a low amount of / aspiration / what have you be come
& the answer was / is / no thing / i've be come /
that's all / /
pins / needles / & other assort ed / ah
sharp pains / /
crzy to poison one's self / drink me / to death
& the hang over / cost of a party / cost of
losing one's mind / buzz ed on happy
yes / 2 days after the wake / one lost week
one long week / / happy to have this one
be hind me / / three two one
& i count you back in again / / /
& i'm sorry for my loss / many loss es / late lee
every thing seems to slip / my hands are empty
heart feels / stung / bite me here / & you know what
i give up on you
giving is / a good thing to do / i've decided / & the
purge comes / slow lee @ first / i do anticipate a full
shedding / gone gone / broken hearts all ways heal
heart is not broken / simply / mis placed / abused
& i am the cross / / oh so cross / so so so
& you know / crzy people don't ask
/ don't tell don't tell
it was the strangest thing you see / to let you go
you you you / who are you / who were you
ah dead dead / dead to me / / i walk past ghosts
can't see you any more / invisible now /
funny how all things come to an end / finite / we are
all / finite /
& the jaded go on being / used / up
tired of the games / convenience
yes / handee / yes / hand dee
jump on / jump off /elevate
your self / story goes round round
& i could get off any time / but i've
been told / it's up to me / / to get off
one must stop
press ing down so hard / it's a crime you see
one repeat ed daily / millions of times
you see/ the jive don't do me / words don't work
won't won't / & you see / some people have a story
a low amount of / aspiration / what have you be come
& the answer was / is / no thing / i've be come /
that's all / /
Sunday, February 12, 2006
keep moving thru it / things to do /
on this night / sick ness sets in
throat be comes / raw / sore
what is this / & one child coughs the deep cough
coff coff / bark bark / & could it be / dust
from the city streets after a winter of sand ed roads
air is grey / these days / sky clears / sun shines
but the air / thick thick with clouds of dust
could this be the ill ness / or is it /
some thing more omminous /
& some how i am / full of regret
for words said /thots of the mean est kind
& i don't wish to be un kind / ever / & yet
some times / the anger / seethes / rises up to
the surface / comes from the heart
most lee / it comes from
// that place of pain //
& i'm final lee learn ing how to give things a way
all those / precious / bits of no thing / things that
collect / things with no mean ing / mean ing / less
yet / so fill ed with / bits of me
& the thermometer reads / minus 4 c
dry crisp nite / too cold for smoking out side
oh yes / i'm full of it to night / /
& i'm hoping i haven't got the bug my child has
burnt throat / / /
& my connection to the world / wide / web
falters / freyed @ the edges / /
& i keep having conversations with the dead / /
is there really any difference between / me / them
& so i receive as my gifts / from tam's apartment
an old tuba (garden ornament) / mouth piece & keys miss ing for ever
a cement mask to hang in the garden / a book / a conte' drawing of tam
framed / drawn by a local artist / his last work / to match the drawing of
big g /when he was five / also a conte / that already hangs on the wall
it was the one piece of art no one want ed / so i got it / / i also received
a cream colour ed suede jacket with fringes / &
his black cow boy boots / only worn a few times
he bought them to be buried in a couple of years ago
/ / but i guess didn't tell any one / they
cremated him yesterday / /
they are a size 12 / much too large for me / /
not sure what to do with the boots / /
the tuba sits in the middle of the garden on a hump of snow
my five year old put it there / /
i can see it in / the almost full moon light
blue / every thing is blue / shiny blue snow / funny moon
such a strange week / time less / fast it went past fast
consumed by thot / the last visits / the last conversation
that should have never been / how he rose thru the fog to chat
one last time / struggle / yes / a struggle to find the words /
the ones to say / good bye / a few times over / /
i'm wait ing for a funeral / for valentines day / for the wake
i'm wait ing for tears /
or not / /
wait ing for this / to be over / / /
& as i pause on this late nite / i think of 2 others who died a year a go
a mother who took her child's life / & then her own / /
& i feel the sad ness of the one left be hind / / what a long sad year
to come back to this / /
& i try to send thots of comfort / but there aren't any /
words never adequate / never / mean ing full / load ed
with / oh how the heart tries to speak / it's not enough
& this sad ness drains us / each / & every one / with a story
a death / or 2 / things that can not be contain ed /
carry this burden of memory / sorrow / things / lost
& so / i wash laundry / loads & loads of turn ing spinning
end less / / piles / / & the dry er dries dries / spins as well
as the wash er / end less / cycle of / this life / this week /
/
throat be comes / raw / sore
what is this / & one child coughs the deep cough
coff coff / bark bark / & could it be / dust
from the city streets after a winter of sand ed roads
air is grey / these days / sky clears / sun shines
but the air / thick thick with clouds of dust
could this be the ill ness / or is it /
some thing more omminous /
& some how i am / full of regret
for words said /thots of the mean est kind
& i don't wish to be un kind / ever / & yet
some times / the anger / seethes / rises up to
the surface / comes from the heart
most lee / it comes from
// that place of pain //
& i'm final lee learn ing how to give things a way
all those / precious / bits of no thing / things that
collect / things with no mean ing / mean ing / less
yet / so fill ed with / bits of me
& the thermometer reads / minus 4 c
dry crisp nite / too cold for smoking out side
oh yes / i'm full of it to night / /
& i'm hoping i haven't got the bug my child has
burnt throat / / /
& my connection to the world / wide / web
falters / freyed @ the edges / /
& i keep having conversations with the dead / /
is there really any difference between / me / them
& so i receive as my gifts / from tam's apartment
an old tuba (garden ornament) / mouth piece & keys miss ing for ever
a cement mask to hang in the garden / a book / a conte' drawing of tam
framed / drawn by a local artist / his last work / to match the drawing of
big g /when he was five / also a conte / that already hangs on the wall
it was the one piece of art no one want ed / so i got it / / i also received
a cream colour ed suede jacket with fringes / &
his black cow boy boots / only worn a few times
he bought them to be buried in a couple of years ago
/ / but i guess didn't tell any one / they
cremated him yesterday / /
they are a size 12 / much too large for me / /
not sure what to do with the boots / /
the tuba sits in the middle of the garden on a hump of snow
my five year old put it there / /
i can see it in / the almost full moon light
blue / every thing is blue / shiny blue snow / funny moon
such a strange week / time less / fast it went past fast
consumed by thot / the last visits / the last conversation
that should have never been / how he rose thru the fog to chat
one last time / struggle / yes / a struggle to find the words /
the ones to say / good bye / a few times over / /
i'm wait ing for a funeral / for valentines day / for the wake
i'm wait ing for tears /
or not / /
wait ing for this / to be over / / /
& as i pause on this late nite / i think of 2 others who died a year a go
a mother who took her child's life / & then her own / /
& i feel the sad ness of the one left be hind / / what a long sad year
to come back to this / /
& i try to send thots of comfort / but there aren't any /
words never adequate / never / mean ing full / load ed
with / oh how the heart tries to speak / it's not enough
& this sad ness drains us / each / & every one / with a story
a death / or 2 / things that can not be contain ed /
carry this burden of memory / sorrow / things / lost
& so / i wash laundry / loads & loads of turn ing spinning
end less / / piles / / & the dry er dries dries / spins as well
as the wash er / end less / cycle of / this life / this week /
/
Thursday, February 09, 2006
& we are a live / / if only for this moment /
& so / nite pass es
in to / day / & some where
you rise / thru / the fog of drugs
& find your voice / sort of /
it's difficult to say good bye
it's difficult to see how a live you are / st.ill
& tho you can't speak / laughter gurgles up
de light / of sorts / your face smiles / & you
yes / you / my junkie friend / ah who would have
thot / it would end like this / you with a wet rag
wrapped around your head / face / oh your sweet
face / pinned eyes / you look so stoned / i say
love / i / love / & you say / i love you /
bitter sweet / / child like / you've be come
& i tease you / laugh w / you / be silly / b/c
what else is there to do / & you raise your hand
your arm / search ing for / what / a cigarette you say
& you try & you try / to say / let's go for one more
lol
crzy dying old man / / / & so
morn ing turns to 5 am / & you die
draw in one / last / & ah / we had
some good times / did n't we / yes
it was a love lee time / thank you
very much
& so / this day / yester day lasts for ever
& this day / be comes time less / & i have
not slept the sleep of the dying / & i told you
how lucky you were / you get to have the big sleep
& i wish i could sleep / so tired / this mother of 6
a week of / /
oh yes / i could sleep / if only i could set my mind
to it / this fog of / cold / clear /days / sun finally
comes / bright / some how / it rose / impossible lee
high er / in to the sky / above the mountain / this bit
of after noon / elusive / & we chase it
i go walk ing / stay out of the shadows / & the wind
be comes bitter / north wester lee / pins to the skin
ice
& they say / the infinite / they
say / the planets are align ed
& every thing is hectic / no one
is sleep ing / they say / & i say
oh / the moon is bright to night
& the big dipper / rises high once
more / turns about / / not stand ing
on it's handle / on the mountain top / any more
yes / one important thot / which is complete lee
mean ing less / / /
very bad things / /some nite i will sleep /
there is nothing to write
death / the prospect of
consumes / oh i'm so tired now
i wonder / what it's like to sleep
the sleep of the / dead
in stead i watch / chest rise & fall
a mouth that no long er speaks
messages garbled / can you hear me
loud & not so clear / lost in
a morphine buzz / / ah sweet death
welcome me / take me / from this
dry est mouth / mouth so so so
& i'm think ing / / i don't like
i wish / /
i'm think ing / /
nothing fits / no thing describes
i'm wait ing to / i'm sure the tears will come
it's time for a cleansing / /
it's time / for sleep / my own
intangible thing / that 'it' is
now i lay / me down to sleep
keep those fucking christians a way from me
& so we wait / / hope / send thots / he pass es in
the night / early mourn ing perhaps / tomorrow it
will be over / /
i tell teena that if he dies in the night / not to call me
until morning / let me sleep i say / let me sleep
ah / what does morning bring / what does another loop
another turn about the globe bring on a tuesday morn
& i hold my own little chain smok ing vigil
pot head that i am / / ah the humiliation
@ some point / i have to let the grief wash me
i have to
grief / come cleanse me / what is this lesson
& my eyes remain dry / so dry / like his mouth
& he's sad to be leaving / / /
have a safe trip i tell / travel safe
be care full / / what else / there are no
other words of comfort / / / only letting go
so hard / / let go i say / let go
will i die like that / mouth hang in agape /
gasp ing for air / / groan ing / / so fucking high
on morphine / all sense leaves / desire be comes
implausible / / ah the death grip / how long must
it grab & hold /squeeze the life out of him
hurry now / don't take so long /
& death just laughs / / patience my dear
patience
/
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
more on room 315 / / hate is such a strong word
emotional / to get thrown from the hospital
b/c of giving pot to a chronic cancer patient who
will be dead / soon /soon
dr. says / yes / good to smoke pot
cigarettes / sure / unofficially tho
he winks / the nurses wink / just make
sure the windows are open
& then pyscho bitch / g/friend shows up
& @ another attempt of cuntrol / & martyr dumb
has moi ejected from the room / POT HEAD
she screams @ me / / LIAR / LOOKING FOR A
PLACE TO SMOKE / /
uh / yeah sure sharon / what ever you say
the only place in town i can smoke weed
is in the hospital / / / ok what ever you say
crazy bitch
& in the other room / he is / dy ing /
so happy to smoke a joint /
so happy to have a visit
so happy to have poetry read aloud
un til
the cuntrol freak shows up
nurses take me out / stand in a
semi circle around me / arms cross ed
ah holy cross
you broke the rules / no smoking
this is a hospital / people have chronic
lung diseases / it's illegal / you are bad
consider your selve warn ed / personae non gratis
we'll be watch ing / /
how terrible of you to come in here & disturb
the family & the patient like that
i leave / / /
scary thing is / she set me up
the day before she opened the window
got an ash try / just make sure the door is
closed / he's allowed to smoke in here
just keep it hush
yeah / until she runs down the hall screaming
for a nurse
warn ing warn ing / beep beep beep / drug addict
in room three fifteen / /
she's making the patient smoke again sir
i hate her
always dressed in widow's black
always crying on the end of his bed
always has a entourage of praying christians by her side
late lee / a photographer follows them / every where
as she flips her head / constant lee on /
ah / busy day of the martyr
it would be
easier / not
to go / to
the hospital
less pain full / in so many ways
the problem is
i gave
him my
word
said /
i'd be there
for him
she's so afraid / some one else might
be in the room when he passes / she
might / miss her glory moment
yes / make the man quit smoke ing pot
on his death bed / there will be no more
poet for you
& the last visit / ends in pain
/
b/c of giving pot to a chronic cancer patient who
will be dead / soon /soon
dr. says / yes / good to smoke pot
cigarettes / sure / unofficially tho
he winks / the nurses wink / just make
sure the windows are open
& then pyscho bitch / g/friend shows up
& @ another attempt of cuntrol / & martyr dumb
has moi ejected from the room / POT HEAD
she screams @ me / / LIAR / LOOKING FOR A
PLACE TO SMOKE / /
uh / yeah sure sharon / what ever you say
the only place in town i can smoke weed
is in the hospital / / / ok what ever you say
crazy bitch
& in the other room / he is / dy ing /
so happy to smoke a joint /
so happy to have a visit
so happy to have poetry read aloud
un til
the cuntrol freak shows up
nurses take me out / stand in a
semi circle around me / arms cross ed
ah holy cross
you broke the rules / no smoking
this is a hospital / people have chronic
lung diseases / it's illegal / you are bad
consider your selve warn ed / personae non gratis
we'll be watch ing / /
how terrible of you to come in here & disturb
the family & the patient like that
i leave / / /
scary thing is / she set me up
the day before she opened the window
got an ash try / just make sure the door is
closed / he's allowed to smoke in here
just keep it hush
yeah / until she runs down the hall screaming
for a nurse
warn ing warn ing / beep beep beep / drug addict
in room three fifteen / /
she's making the patient smoke again sir
i hate her
always dressed in widow's black
always crying on the end of his bed
always has a entourage of praying christians by her side
late lee / a photographer follows them / every where
as she flips her head / constant lee on /
ah / busy day of the martyr
it would be
easier / not
to go / to
the hospital
less pain full / in so many ways
the problem is
i gave
him my
word
said /
i'd be there
for him
she's so afraid / some one else might
be in the room when he passes / she
might / miss her glory moment
yes / make the man quit smoke ing pot
on his death bed / there will be no more
poet for you
& the last visit / ends in pain
/
Thursday, February 02, 2006
fuck ing hell / or / room 315
a three fifteen
not really / a four twenty
that's the number / ah / get it?
the number on his door / death's door
silly death / ready to walk thru @ any moment
& i'm sorry your head hurts in side / sorry
you have to die / i under stand tho
you are tired / of this / body / that refuses
to mend / /
death is a bitch
& tho i walk thru the valley of
the end of your life / i think i'll be okay
yeah / i think i'll be okay
& i wish / i could have found a poem
the courage to find a poem / some thing to
read to you
& young artists become the old / cutting edge
now cut / / & be yond / /
& the finest of the fine / gather @ the foot of your bed
artists who've honed their craft / have found
some how / a comfort in / be ing / be gin a gain
the imminence of your death / now final
days / day day day / / / / / & then what ???
i'll crawl in side / my dark space / mourn
tears will spill / go on / be yond
the grief
i'm a fraid / to miss you
yup / this ain't no 4:20
face like a cherub
round / twinkle / & some thing stirs
a trickle / a flood / perhaps
/
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
tylenol kicks in / may be sleep to nite / / /
so i hide / on the floor of
the / bath room
it's not so bad in here / on the tile floor
pillow under my butt / space heater @ my knee
fills a need / of sorts / need to smoke in side
on this cold nite / need to weed / /
& i enjoy / break ing the rules / in a moderate
sort of way / need to come in / out of / the cold
& to nite / snow / assault of flakes / 6 inches
in 6 hours / / oh / snow falls heavy / sticks
to the power lines
covers / coats / settles / waits for spring
waits for the slow change to ice / / oh /
& i am / a lone in / my addiction(s)
gawd i hate smoke ing / / no / / i take that (it)
back /
i relish / the taste / some times / smokes taste
so good /
& the thot / just occurred to me / / some times i
wish / yes i do / some times i wish / i could just
crawl in side / the music / / be (it)
current lee in to / boards of canada / ether real
or wuz it / e the real / yeah / put that in yer pipe
smoke it / i say / smoke the music / swallow it whole
& i / straighten out / my back / sit tall / for get
every thing i've ever known / toss out the paradigm
& believe / be ing /
the floor is cold / tile / all ways cold / /
& prefer / heat to cold / bare feet to boots
yet / this time of year / i only wear shoes /
from the moment i dress in the morn ing
un til night removes them for bed
i like / my feet off the floor
i real lee like my space heat er
& i / love / my sins / of / my heart
heart / such a crazy place to be
except / my heart / traded places with cold
& i look in to the warm light of the mirror
candles burn / orange light / soft glow /
of
fuck i hate the human condition /
& my shoulders burn / ache from
shovelling snow / hands blister ed
from the handle / / & now for a moment
quiet of new fall en snow / / trees weight ed
heavy / branches touch / reach for the ground
encased /
power lines / solid white
cords / strung thick /
telephone pole to telephone pole
ever thing is / hidden / only to be imagined
a gain
& oh ho / we thot there was no winter
any more / so mild / such a strange rainee winter
& then / winter fell / from the sky / / build ing
lay ers / up on / lay ers /
& to nite / this is the body / that pains me
hands argue swollen / wrists tang sharp needles
back dull / shoulders burnt rank / /
price of exertion
such a strange look ing word / exert / shun
& one supposes / one should go to bed / this
late nite / but i haven't slept in nite & nites
only wake ing / own lee / a wake / hour by / oh
every hour / be comes it's own / night mare / of
a dream that never occurs / there is / no deep
sleep / / & i wonder
why / the body aches / / no thing repairs / / /
no / restoration / rest or a shun / /
so i smoke pot / / take 2 tylenol pms
with any luck / sleep will come / / with any luck
posture / remember your posture
back straight / shoulders / back
& a slight wind / of winter blows thru
the open window / plays with the candle flames
& i find muscles on my back / ones for got ten
but / there they are / tight sore /
& late lee / i rebel against this / poet
self / absorb ed / this is not / i've decided
these are not poems / just words of a crook ed
mind / one who can't sleep /
one whose face / ages in front of the mirror
who / be comes old / time / pass es / not so long
a go / i remember / / & this year be comes last year
is gone now / yes / i'm full lee in to / the cycle of the
seasons / with anticipation / of every spring that will
ever arrive
can't you feel it too / i'm certain / it's not just me
spinning around this sun / be come ing / in fin ite
& i know / there are places in the world i will
never visit .
i know the pain will eventual lee dis solve me
until i am / no thing / a gain
nuth ing . . gone / the leaves
& see / i'm of the mind /
soul journey happens in this skin
this time a round / what i'm wonder ing
does / soul survive / exit out of this skin
/
the / bath room
it's not so bad in here / on the tile floor
pillow under my butt / space heater @ my knee
fills a need / of sorts / need to smoke in side
on this cold nite / need to weed / /
& i enjoy / break ing the rules / in a moderate
sort of way / need to come in / out of / the cold
& to nite / snow / assault of flakes / 6 inches
in 6 hours / / oh / snow falls heavy / sticks
to the power lines
covers / coats / settles / waits for spring
waits for the slow change to ice / / oh /
& i am / a lone in / my addiction(s)
gawd i hate smoke ing / / no / / i take that (it)
back /
i relish / the taste / some times / smokes taste
so good /
& the thot / just occurred to me / / some times i
wish / yes i do / some times i wish / i could just
crawl in side / the music / / be (it)
current lee in to / boards of canada / ether real
or wuz it / e the real / yeah / put that in yer pipe
smoke it / i say / smoke the music / swallow it whole
& i / straighten out / my back / sit tall / for get
every thing i've ever known / toss out the paradigm
& believe / be ing /
the floor is cold / tile / all ways cold / /
& prefer / heat to cold / bare feet to boots
yet / this time of year / i only wear shoes /
from the moment i dress in the morn ing
un til night removes them for bed
i like / my feet off the floor
i real lee like my space heat er
& i / love / my sins / of / my heart
heart / such a crazy place to be
except / my heart / traded places with cold
& i look in to the warm light of the mirror
candles burn / orange light / soft glow /
of
fuck i hate the human condition /
& my shoulders burn / ache from
shovelling snow / hands blister ed
from the handle / / & now for a moment
quiet of new fall en snow / / trees weight ed
heavy / branches touch / reach for the ground
encased /
power lines / solid white
cords / strung thick /
telephone pole to telephone pole
ever thing is / hidden / only to be imagined
a gain
& oh ho / we thot there was no winter
any more / so mild / such a strange rainee winter
& then / winter fell / from the sky / / build ing
lay ers / up on / lay ers /
& to nite / this is the body / that pains me
hands argue swollen / wrists tang sharp needles
back dull / shoulders burnt rank / /
price of exertion
such a strange look ing word / exert / shun
& one supposes / one should go to bed / this
late nite / but i haven't slept in nite & nites
only wake ing / own lee / a wake / hour by / oh
every hour / be comes it's own / night mare / of
a dream that never occurs / there is / no deep
sleep / / & i wonder
why / the body aches / / no thing repairs / / /
no / restoration / rest or a shun / /
so i smoke pot / / take 2 tylenol pms
with any luck / sleep will come / / with any luck
posture / remember your posture
back straight / shoulders / back
& a slight wind / of winter blows thru
the open window / plays with the candle flames
& i find muscles on my back / ones for got ten
but / there they are / tight sore /
& late lee / i rebel against this / poet
self / absorb ed / this is not / i've decided
these are not poems / just words of a crook ed
mind / one who can't sleep /
one whose face / ages in front of the mirror
who / be comes old / time / pass es / not so long
a go / i remember / / & this year be comes last year
is gone now / yes / i'm full lee in to / the cycle of the
seasons / with anticipation / of every spring that will
ever arrive
can't you feel it too / i'm certain / it's not just me
spinning around this sun / be come ing / in fin ite
& i know / there are places in the world i will
never visit .
i know the pain will eventual lee dis solve me
until i am / no thing / a gain
nuth ing . . gone / the leaves
& see / i'm of the mind /
soul journey happens in this skin
this time a round / what i'm wonder ing
does / soul survive / exit out of this skin
/
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