

True Love 1I cut your heart openTrue Love 1
Today to see What was in it I wonder whats in there I said to myself What makes you tick Nothing crushed Or crumpled No bunting
Or bones No stumps
Or stones or stuffing Nothing but
Bits of paper
And pieces of
Broken glass And to think I thought it was all
Just dead weight How unimpressive


Swamp RulesThe sea kicks up strangeSwamp Rules
Fossils of time Fleas and ticks and other Bloodsucking spectacles A moccasin at which we took aim We mistook him for fair game
Me and my father We would invariably miss
Snake slithering silently back to Hiss in haunted seclusion In instinctive recoil Only to turn up again
When we least expected
Twig thatched houses Hatched in patches atop
Clumps of moist seaweed and a Stream dammed with sand Down which the old mans hand would
Knock with crooked branch or Kick with stubbled toe &nbs
| I'm a guy. I'm depressed a lot. Art is pretty much the only thing that keeps me alive. I write and play the guitar. I'm kind of emotionally unstable and a lot of people would describe me as "weird." I write mainly to understand myself and my world a little better. My writings are very personal but I try to write in a way that will be able to connect to other people also. Maybe someone will read something and say to him or herself "Yea, I know." Maybe they will suddenly remember something they didn't even realize they had ever known and forgotten about in the first place. |