where the river water runs
falling heaven knows  down
all the tears shed
melting ice goes
from mountains majestic
echoing ice flowed
veins of springs
bring
to the inevitable low table

too much there cries on
beds of rushing  death
feels like
a voice never heard
songs too
beautiful

tormented souls
  bear the artist's
spirit
  choice
is not among
  them

Stood in line
   asking
who was he?
This great poet?
And they said
   boldly,
It was you

if anything like me
you tire of chasing your
tail around the table

if you are like me
at all you smell , occasionally
your own and bathe

or Febreeze, if
you are crazy, like me
in a good way

you write stupid ****
remove it when you
come down,

if you like just saying
hi, or smiling at every
passerby, you and me

can have a drink
together, I am buying.