i

writing has become such a pleasure
i never imagined
a passage to reality or the end
of a dream

it can be anything spontaneous
or a thought lost-like that-
carefully structured
to the stars

it can be bad or even good
love or war
an air guitar
a telephone calls-

ii

hello,are you mad at
me?
(i am always mad at her..

tension is our meat and
potatoes-
what could it be...

relationships are difficult
redemption and guilt
guilt and redemption..

will we ever be free..)
i smoked the last of the grass
you were saving-i found it

in your pocket..
i am sorry-in crime and punishment
r. slaughters two old ladies

but his punishment is not a few years
in siberia but his base transgression of morality..
his guilt the depths of hell..

through the love of sonja and confession
there is redemption-not to mention
god..

iii

in love there is forgivness-
but what of the dead..
where is justice?

we are all sorry
in the end
found it..?