Thursday, March 22, 2007

i write a sonnet, sleepily

a writhing
urge
tempting, taunting.
a nightmared sleep
thoughts-of-you,
haunting.
an inward smirk,
recollect the
small things.
on the edge...
with nothing
but a concrete
heart to keep
me from falling.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

arts & crap

paper parts
of
broken hearts.
cut & paste
your
handsome face.
show & tell
how i'm
under your spell.
fragile & fair
in need
of repair.
rise & fall,
breakdown
the wall.
or it's
duck, duck,
goose,
tighten the
noose.