wind rushed about to
antagonize the branches and the branches groaned

I am a tree and I am a pacifist and I never

hurt anybody. Quiet now and glass smooth glare in my eyes I’ll step
into the shadow and look out from here.
are these cigarettes a sign that i'm losing?

I stay up because its okay then.
nothing ever happened at 3am.

go to sleep with the moon with a face dead like
an ocean shore line the morning after a storm
there I walk like dreams

I took to drink
like I never had
when the old crystal inside of me
cracked
that night you said love
next to "you"
in a past tense

it all comes to some rusted gates
to a road going out
like water over falls
and suddenly my tongues undone
and through my mind flies
there are still things to say!
...
yes! a thousand wretched ****** of prose
and still not enough
I believed it all for rot
this *****'s surely stone