It rains. It rains. Oh how it rains!
Within my arms I shelter you.
So full I burst and ask in

Seems I’ve lost my mind
Lost myself
Lost my wants
And lost my needs
Lost sight of the important

The man
of my reflection
has many faces.

Perhaps all the places he has
been reveal

If my adventure,
was the buttoned-down whirring
of wheels against the rush,
then I would call it

spend too much time
quiet in my bed
can’t contemplate
the midnight scares
fouling up my

The mirror dutifully reflects my face,
my years of life are on display -
each breath has etched

The day is dawning blue and fair,
I pass the mirror with a quick glance.
Sunlight is braided

I look in the mirror to try and see
if the flaws of my parents are reflected by me.
It's over and

Jan 30 2010

February approaches
I survey seeds, small brown
envelopes
labeled with latin

Life's Drama's.

I rode out full sail
right into a tempest
and tossed around
in a fearsome

Hello,
It is 3:46 and I'm sitting in the bathroom
Thinking
"How did I get here."
I am Trying to

There was that reflection,
dabbled in the honey dew
hue of morning light.
How hideous it

I don't insist on seeing who you really are.
I prefer your heated masks of deception so much more.