The universe is against me
What do I do
Drink a glass of wine and let my tears shine

I'm one of kind


So they tell me


A ****

I sit at home disguised

I need a box of Kleenex why I cry

Tonight, I dive into my deprived mind

I hope to find something worth my time

the wind
sculpted the dunes,
in daylight—
allowing the sun
to paint, thru its light
the lucent spirit— of the dunes'
motley peaks and fevered breadth

the wind
carved the dunes,
at night—
allowing the moon
to sketch, thru its glow
the mystic soul— of the dunes'
muted slopes and cold blanket roll