Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
Forced
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Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
Disappointment like
a kidney punch makes it hard
to smile through the pain.
He had a dream but
his murder was our nightmare.
It’s time to wake up.
Cleaning is like con-
fession. You’re surprised by dirt
under the surface.
I stop posting in
the blogosphere. No one reads
me. Do I exist?
Some people like to
cook. Then there’s me who dreads that
thing called dinner hour.
Intention shines high
above like a star I see
and dream of reaching.
The more I write the
more I lose my hold on words
that speak without me.
I’ll Dramamine my
self into torpidity,
sleep through drink service.
If I could shoot my
eye out with that thing, I’d just
sit and watch TV.
If you had to pick,
what sense would you sacrifice?
Impossible choice.