And the old man
just hinted at in shades...

Oh brother!
where art thou...

You are my black hole
you can never be filled...

I wonder
I ponder...

I should sit for a while
and give my thoughts sweet respite...

You didn’t care
until I mentioned...

I should know.
Being good with faces...

The numbness of the past comes calling
as if that time was yesterday...

I sit there pulling
my hands idle and desperate...

I am a slave
I have a Master...

How I love the rain
the sleet and snow...

It's the dullness of the questions,
to which...