Black Scribbles and Bits of Soul

These words are everywhere
Scattered around
bits & pieces
of a puzzle

They surround you
choke me
steal the meaning they ARE

Lines alone become laws
sung by gods
played into my soul

I ride them -- Fly
to a place not far from home

Gotta love it.
maybe someday I'll crumple up
tear up
smear

and blow away
and rinse away

And start over

*08/27/06*