You still ride that bike without a helmet. July 25, 2010
O how poems spring up out of necessity – from the way people talk, the faiths they believe into, the challenges they assume you can provide, the stranger they imagine you to be.
Acknowledge this form of honesty you seek. Relax. Go on, outshine the sun. Take your time catching that train. Monitor the meanderings of your mind.
This hackeneyed exchange has become too terribly convoluted to decode. Now, I want nothing more than to see something new.
you sound bored out of your skull
at least the sun burned that fog away
now you can see clearly
Not bored; inspired.