A secret kept is a secret death-
Mourning for papers never found...

Hands frozen to a frosted window
Like a wet tongue hanging from a pole...

My fingers slide through the window blinds,
my eyes peer into the waking dawn...

All the unspoken dignity and pride--
An undercurrent regime...

The Nearest Exit
This suffocating disease swims undetected...

From the Painting Now Gone
Soundless toes slide on carved wood...

Back to basics, the heart and mind;
Who the sinner, who the fake...

Checkered floors of black and white
Dream of darkness-dream of light...

You hand me books, paper, and pen
I write out goals once again...

Eyes weary and blurred from the start
Trembling the tears of an open heart...

Fury Spills
the glasses...

It seems...the world is sleeping tonight
Yet I can't seem to find my dreams...