Monday, December 10, 2007


don't ever feel bad;
life can be too fucking short
for men and women

(composed at georgetown)
the wind is blowing,
i channel earthly powers
washington: blue air

(likewise composed at georgetown)
omniciant lights near,
city nights seem so vague, so odd,
too far from my dear.

sad noises are all
encompassing everwhere
i hear sadness

it finally rains
each drop a kiss from far above,
(where we are dust) heaven.

sad desparation feels,
like a cold tile floor
without footprints.

(and something fresh)
Woman! O Gertrude,
the demise of your son, let
you happen. O! Why?

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