Every man
keeps prisoner
his own heart
i walk alone

I'm in this place a prison
of homely comforts,
that
cut upon the wrists
                           of  
          
                             my sanity.

I used to see the walls as collages
of happier times.
Now I just put lines of
                   I I I I I I the seventh
is my reality that I'll just start
                                 a new one.

They look like I, I need, I want
but never getting past the I...

As I know I'm in here for the sentence
             of security and life.

                          But,

why do I have to do it in solitary confinement,



I'm                   so                         lonely...

the urge to question
impossiblities
comes strongly to me
now...

i stare into the water glass
wondering how the water
feels about it's temporary
confinment....

i wonder what cats dream
about....and if they think us sane....

i wonder in the male praying
mantis goes willingly, or unknowingly, to his orgiastic
death.

i wonder why i spend time
wondering why.

i wonder whether the fountain head anticipates
the freedom of the see...

i wonder if the echinda's rattling spines keep with
awake when trying to nap.

i wonder why, you chose me.....