the echoes of memorie
written in crayon
are forever beautiful

what is worse than
an empty poem no poem

i sleep with nose on
table oh so peacefully
if you know you know

i am a little engine
of life
being one day at a time
blindly
i think i think don't know
my mind
don't know my true mind
i see
something else i twitch
scream drops
to the present here
i am again
where was in the moment
not remembered

a word beginning

a mangy man sits
dusty road with mangy dog
many cars pass by

i imagined i
kissed the universe yes i
think it kissed me back