solitude is a matter of
childhood
how we find ourselves

amid the tumult and
others-some do not,
and for some, others-

death..they and other
become themselves-
the pack or alienated-

take your pick
either way..
the sun shines
the day long..

ii

when i wake crying
holding the pieces that were
my guitar

it can only get better..
alone before cacti
sea and little boats..