Winter solitude--
in a world of one color
    the sound of wind.

The oak tree:
not interested
    in cherry blossoms.

How admirable!
to see lightning and not think
    life is fleeting.

Teeth sensitive to the sand
in salad greens--
    I'm getting old.

Oh bush warblers!
Now you've **** all over
my rice cake on the porch

This marble pedestal,
that has me so high up
like an extraterrestrial,
is causing a lack of oxygen
my thoughts drift from neurons
to the tip of my pen
so many questions without answers
so many things giving me cancer
my own thoughts jousting
after the sting of a friend's syllables
even though I try and be gold
they still hold me up
push me to the clouds
where I will die for want of air
but if I jump down
I drown

I used to be golden
now I'm covered in tar
My lungs give in when
I've traveled too far
please let me shine for
just one more moment
please let the light
reach out
so I can be gorgeous
for someone who won't know me
fill up my waters
then break through my levy
my hands are shaky
nobody can steady
these legs full of jello
all I want is a
hello old friend
hello