Monday, February 13, 2012


Thick drops fall
Upon this and that
Words scattered about
 Naked and unrefined
embedded like shrapnel
into hearts and minds

Say something,
Say something quickly
That’s also coherent, witty, and inspiring
standing out there alone
stark and vulnerable trying
to put that lump in your throat
down into the depths
where nobody could ever find it
in the emptiness that can’t be shared

imagining the jungle
the soft tap of
rain on broad leaves
keeping breathless
all the knots that bind
to this place

wishing to speak my name
one last time :: one first time
ever to have it heard
in your lowest wheel
like crying the last tears
before growing up

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