there he was
arriving on main street
carrying a backpack
and a suitcase

both stuffed with
papers

“WELCOME TO THE TOWN
OF FORGOTTEN POETS.”
said the shadows that
watched from the
windows
of nearby buildings

He didn’t like the
sound of their
voices

but he sighed
and dragged his
tired feet along

they were almost as
tired as his soul
and just as hurt

He'll have to live on the
streets,
for the town
was overpopulated

The presence of your absence
fills my heart with emptiness
lightning my soul with darkness
through the worsening "better"s
that different feeling has become alike
Building the destroyed in an excited calmness
trying to continue an interrupted life
full of spiritual vowels and consonant lies
All the sounds of the vowels and consonants
Make words that make no sense
While I go through a “letter y” despair

at least the clouds are
smiling back

they have faces and
souls
and they stare back from their
blue canvas,
down on his *****, snot-smeared face

It’s a warm
sunny day
but the
bottom of the shallow, dry well
is cold and full
of critters

Well, no problem. The sky is so
pretty with all its smiling
faces that he
won’t even cry. He’ll stay there
and look up. Still waiting
for mother to return and
pick him up

Still waiting

Smiling back at the clouds

Still waiting

I'm a candle
Which burn it self to light others life
I'm slowly melting away...
Can you see it?
Or you only see the light I give?