And I stood there,
with the Junebugs at my feet.
Squashed, smashed, and stepped on.
Broken with defeat.
It looks like a battle scene,
with no one slowly picking them up to bury the dead
and care,
for the wounded.

Not a memorial will be placed

Just run over them.
Their bodies being decimated.

WE are as insignificant
as these creatures seem to us
we are to the UNIVERSE

He asked me if I was smiling*

all I can think to say
because these words
right here
right now
are inconsequential
trivial
insignificant

....yet perfect...

the sweet sent of honeysuckle lingers down
the back ally
baking in the summer sun
kids giggle on bikes
with training wheels
and sparkly pink tassels
taste the big pale moon
taste the stars
under a milky twilight
under the sleepy willow tree
this is where he stole
my heart

I'm a writer writing about a writer who writes about
stories told at cocktail parties
and spirits in the hotel
a beautiful woman
an innocent child
lust, love, out of luck
the death of a venerated character
stories much more popular than my own
I'm a writer writing about a writer who
is an alcoholic
who has a beautiful woman
and an innocent child
and a knack for neglect

Just another raindrop in the rain
Just another person
lifeless and plain.
Just another drag to take me away.
Just another patient awaiting cancer and pain.
Just another weight to bare
Just another "I don't care"...
Just another wasted life

I can't tell you what it is
Impatiently waiting for the floor to fall from under my feet
constantly worry
about incomplete
can't compete
everything is


obsolete.

Just another raindrop in the rain
it trickles down the window pane

Sometimes I can feel the blood boiling under my skin
Sometimes I can feel the slight snark of a grin you give me
Sometimes I can feel the Earth breathe and move and melt away
Sometimes I can feel like I know exactly what to say
Sometimes I can feel like I wanna dance in the street in the pouring rain
Sometimes I can feel like I wanna scream out my lungs until my throat is red with pain

and sometimes, sometimes I feel nothing and empty
and like this world is unreal

sometimes...only sometimes...


I feel.