Sometimes
Life needs an
Empty

Room
Like the bride
Needs

A groom
Like my friend's tomb
Needs life

Again

When I'm old and gray
Sitting on my dusty couch
Will I watch TV all day?
Will I be a grouch?

When I'm old and gray
Will I look out the window
To think of passing days
Life's singular-syllable?

I have no life
So I'll write
Poetry all night

Sun smothered too quick
So I lit a candlestick
To write poetry all night

Burrow in my soul
Coldest warmth I know    
To fumble with words to sow

Don't think about love    
Nor any angels above          
Just write poetry all night

Lonely Lenore was a princess
She blew out my light    
Took my wrist and insisted
To write my poetry all night

Snow
I need you to go
My soul is full of woe

Snow
I need some light
To warm my hands to write