All I see is gray
it's black and white on the TV
Finally, I'm mad
more gray food for me, give me pills,
No water, just gray

Fallacies contrast
It's a gray sky, no one knows why,
Whine if you must friend,
In a moment, everything ends,
Slowly pull the blinds,

If you shrink, look meek,
don't worry about me, just go,
If needed, run slow
They are candy before us my friend,
Fallacies, two for you, and one for me

Amazing people
capable of such great understanding,
like the most beautiful sea shells
scattered few and far between
a hundred million grains of sand.

What happens to deleted poems?
Do they go to the same place as aborted children?
Somewhere between heaven and hell.
A purgatory perpetuated by the misery of doubting one's self.
Maybe they condense into clouds like vapor into rain,
only to eventually fall back down upon our heads again.
In the pained expression you wear on your face,
I can read nearly a thousand words unsaid.

the space you create
the place you carve out of
the middle

is bold
is

holy

winged birth from bodied beginning

now ******* fly