Even if you're not insane
you'll still see shadows out of the corner of your eyes.
you'll still feel the breathless night cast moonlight on your neck.
but you may not feel the touch that there could've been
if you had stayed awake long enough to say my name.

it's not my fault that i haunt your brain
with nightmares of heartless cages trapping you
instead of my arms wrapping you in warmth and love.
what do we do now? do we walk away?

no, we sit down and wait for the swings to sway.
we spell out each other's name during our late night games.
we unlock the cage that keeps us frozen
like a picture that holds one perfectly still frame.
yet at the end of the day, we'll still scream from the pain.

i don't write
to please anyone
i don't write
for attention
i don't write
for compliments
i don't write
to make anyone fall in love with me

i write
because i feel
i write
because i need to
i write
because my mind is too loud
i write
because my mouth is too quiet

I just want to let you know,
you don't go unnoticed;
I see you.

PS. But it'd be great if you could
come a little closer and thus then
I could hold you and tell you
everything is going to be okay.

                                                                    Sincerely,
                                          
                                                                   A friend who truly cares.

I sat (as I do when I don't need to stand)
By the river Vorma, a twenty minute forest walk
From my home farm.

Bukowski sat with me, speaking of how even
The best books in the world are
Merely sawdust.

I watched the sun via the water go from bright,
Innocent yellow to dark, sensual shades of
All sorts of blood,

Blushing with its whole self, then withdrawing
Beyond the rippled mirror image of its
Completely unjustified shame.

I lost my reading light, folded Charlie up and
Sat with my arms across my knees, watching
Fish jump on unsuspecting dinner insects,

Tossed the book in the water, and sighed.
The whole scene was just too perfect
Not to.