The first attempt
may be random...
Fields of dew speckled greenery lay ahead;
soft, flowing, sweet smelling beds of grass...
I have been broken
many times in life...
Cloud, cloud
Full of love, cloud cloud...
What you do not see...
Are the five other patients...
He loves me.
he loves me not...
It's amongst us
filling our veins...
The table was laid
out just the way he liked it...
Upon your mossy banks I lay
As dawn gave birth to piercing day...
Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991...
I am a modern sonnet,
penned by a modern punk...
Your heart is
beating...