Poetry

"One morning,                blissful as soft, dewy grass,                I arise to realize                everything lost,                 no memory haunts,                no attachment grinds  ..."

"Somewhere, underneath this floor reflecting fluorescent light and echoing hollow the synchronized footfalls of 6 ..."

"Anger shakes my telephone pole                 breaks the calm                 Interrupts a consistent flow                 of information from the distance                 to this point and beyond ..."

"Choking slow-like on                               re-breathed air,                                    Ideas.                      Curl into a ball                        to hide from the world      ..."

"Everyone gathered in the lobby                waits iridescently glancing                at out of synch timepieces              Bending to manufactured will,              Feeding a disease their p..."

"A sad mosquito cannot see me as a whole we are just as blind The world is shining, and pulses with a rhythm I can never catch Written August 26th, 2001 © on Aug 26 2001 02:15 AM PST   0 • 10"