Piercing eyes
pale white gowns,

furrowed brow's
big bright crowns,

horizontal smiles
across floor to ceiling paintings
limp of emotion,

distraught in sepia
color at rest,

mildew in the teeth
callous on the tongue,
nails in the feet
dragging dead weight,

wrapped in burlap
tied in loose ribbon,

clammy cold hands
only for the given,
dilated.

red in the face
angry with a fist
distraught in the heart,
spliced across the wrist.

Your words cut deeper
Than the blade at my wrist

Before the day when my mind flickers
Before the night when fear grabs my wrist
Before the moment of emancipation

When I lose my sanity,
To the courageous fear beneath the beds of my heart.
When the flood comes in dark,
And the moon ditches without leaving a mark.
I sink and sink.

The way I feel possessed,
The way mad I am,
The way I know not about my constancy.

I know I shall stumble,
I know I may fall,
Amid this,
This which is no revelry.

WRITE  and  WRIST



Write  a  wrong  sentence.
Write  a  tomato story
            of  a  farmer  of
North  Ireland.



   Write  a  blind   man's
written  inability.



A  diamond   surely
touch  your  wrist.


   Your  girlfriend  surely
will  touch  your wrist.

Wrong  destiny  one  day  
surely  will
come to  touch  your
not  feet,
only  wrist.



  God  will  surely
get  down  in  Earth
to  kiss  your  wrist.

Risk
Thrown like a disk
I follow where I am led
Not where I wish
Flying through time
Walking through life
I’ve not found my end
Nor am I willing to die