is to see --- i mean REALLY see ---
my situation
for what it is

to stop bullshitting myself

and then
confronted with that
bored whitened knuckle
muster one final act of bravery and
turn off the lights

Poetry like a raging river
Dividing and reuniting
Around rocks as if
Nothing.

Some sentences make me want
To touch each word, feeling  
The braille soul-matter
Beneath each pixel.

Norwegian sun on rooftopped
Reader; beads of sweat fall on
My touch screen
That I

Wipe off carefully in order
To read
Just one
More.

May the same sun warm the
Core of your poet's soul.
May none of the stars
On your night sky of

Creativity
Ever
Even
Fade.

shiny carbon lattice wilt

return
to ocher and
worm

you have wanted all there is
to want
-ever-
with your
looks
your hooks

petals fell

i
am
downstairs now
unstarred

crawlers mouthing
eat eat the shine

I've been your crutches for
Way too long.
I'm ready to be
Wings
Now.