perfect and fragile
tender wink celestial light
the smile’s quest begins
perfect and fragile
tender wink celestial light
the smile’s quest begins
twisted pipe cleaners
child did bend for me before
i closed her case file
for a kid named Crystal

it’s no good
i’m dubious should i or not
i took a walk around and around
inventoried the lost opportunities
of finding myself
Billie Holiday laments
and so do i
good morning heart ache she asks
i follow in a raspy girl whisper
what’s new
had i been a raconteur
would i had made a difference
in the mind that crazy hapless ass
i trudge a long time
exhausted
questioning
and as if by sheer exhaustion
the conclusion that i have no control
is reached

no longer needed my fearful doubts
looking at the potted cactus fortitude
firmly planted in a soil that
only hope has a cherished soul
to practise a kind of common sense now would it make a difference medication domination exaggeration death of what we used to be for good bad or indifferent what is it in the seed of them that twists them this way would i know if God instructed it have you ever screamed trapped on your own dream while the glass walls shattered in your castle beware it could be real this panic that i feel while getting pushed into the forest
my mechanical
pencil lost somewhere in a
box of dead letters

