as a kid
there's nothing
like wasting away inside a tiny
room
sitting on the backrest
of the couch
looking out the window
and seeing her
tread through the rain

a red umbrella covers
her.

Mother

she's going back
to the liquor store

Shrouded in the material
The inner child appeased
Perhaps
Betrayed by dreams
Probably
Alone in expectation

I am not here
Not as I
Can be present
Through the invisible highways
That transmit my ramblings
To where they finally rest
I don't know
But
If you find them
Then I told you so

Deep
Is
My
Idiosyncrasy
No
Intrusion
Shall
Heal

In the eyes of the teller the listener gives all
One sided conversation
Let's ask the wall
Polite nodding and smiling
Exacting and sincere
And do you agree with my view

"Sorry",
Try the other ear

It's nice to talk
To hear ones voice
But please remember
To take in what you're saying requires absorption and choice

The cold greets me as I talk to the dawn
Autumn
No Winter
Summer is gone

I stop to greet the sky seldom seen
Fallen
Hiding
Shadows on the green

Cold Spring does not support or try to hide hope
Prayers
Or wishes
Cherish or cope

My year lies in shapes pleasure and art
Crying
Laughing
Seasons break my heart

A bsolute
L  ove
I   s
V  isible
E  verywhere