Anger
is...
Do you want me to be like you?
Why...
What is the Soul, have you ever thought?
Or is it a mystery in which you are caught...
Winter, raindrops, summer, sunshine
Long queus at the caf...
If I was a lion then I would growl
But I'd always be alert on the prowl...
Evenings like these leave me cold.
The smell of burnt wood and almost summer sits on...
The scars, carved
tributes to...
Maybe I picked it up in some checkout line—
a Walgreens or a grocery store...
A walk,
Through lonely lanes in quiet solitude...
I'm like a dog
with a bone...
(You can't race the sun
and expect to finish unburned...
Hello world,
or is it goodbye...