If I were in charge of the world
We wouldn’t have to write dumb poems...

I watch in silence as
He tells his new obsession how much he loves her...

Sitting in silence,
thinking of you...

I gaze into this box of mine
all our memories it bears...

Looking over shoulder
creeping down the hall...

I breathe in deeply, smelling fall
I wobble in shoes that make me too tall...

Here one day
and gone another...

You hide behind that cloak of yours
that covers all your head...

Do you want to stab at my heart
Watching closely as I bleed...

You may think that it doesn’t affect me
That I’m on the outside, looking in...

Oliver was a fine cat
Wonderful...

‘Round in circles
upside down...