What Elmer Fudd says
unsafe eating before frost
it's rabbit season

I've grown to love life
A bit more, each day
When the night comes
My hold on life shall slip away

To many feelings
They whirl around inside my head
I wish I could silence them all.
Maybe I can when I'm dead.

I'd like to take away my pain
I want to wash away all my fear
I wish I didn't feel so intensely
That it almost can't be real.

THE STRING ON THE KITE

The wind flowed
into the room

like an immense invisible
river

pushing aside the curtains
of stone.

The world was
in flood & i

felt like a cow
stuck on a roof

my mind meandering
in a fever

me...mere human debris
caught on a bend.

I lost inside of me.

my sister's voice calling
my name as if

I were a distant planet
that had yet to be discovered

the shreds of self
clinging to the love

in her voice
the string on the kite.

I know that demons hide inside of me
They make themselves a home
They succeed in making me feel alone
Isolation is all that I know
I long for the day when I can feel something that is real
Full of despair and loneliness
The malevolent cling to me
With their sinister yet strangely comforting grip.
I long to be free
I tear open my skin hoping they'll fly away
I don't want to give in.

i bought a little budgie and put him a cage
i guess he didnt like it he began to  rage
so i bought a mirror to keep him company
hoping this would help him to be temper free.

then i bought a ladder put it in there too
now he could have some exercise like the budgies do
bought a little bell so he could make it ding
tap it with his beak so the bell would ring.

now he looked so happy i went of to bed
then when i arose the poor bird was dead
i bought all the things a budgie he might need
the only thing i never got was the budgie seed