An old, blue-eyed man
His heart buried beneath boards
Poe claimed sanity

Ain't no reason
or particular season
to the rhyme...
but my head is heavy-
and my heart is rotten
to the core.

There's holes in my pages
where there once were words-
the book worms got 'em
and left me empty...

I asked ***** Joe for a light,
but his flint wore out
on the road into Fallujah.
Now he's rotten to the corps-
he can't hear us anymore...
a secret, silent sentry.

r ~ 8/22/14

It's the end of a long hard week
Nothing to do for the rest of this rainy evening
Sitting there I relax
My kitten decides to join
Sitting there,
purring
She expresses how I feel better than I can

I wrote a haiku, like we did in elementary school
that was forced writing,
syllables counted and not meant
now they are the oars I row with
amidst this sea of gloom
and hormones
and worry

-cj

I haven't ever looked into the eyes of an animal or a bird

And seen sin there!