Craigs List doesnt advertise
a fellow that I need...

Drinking my own poison,
just so you can die...

Destinations have a start
a place called the beginning...

You see I have this white bread
that always wants...

Is it indifference to how I feel
or has lack of interest become...

Some days I wake up as weak as pond water,
to tired to scratch the chigger bug bites on my...

Letters in hand
riding the path...

Dusty and dark
on the back of the shelf...

These tears swelling
in my eyes...

In the corner
of a yard...

That which rides
a witchs broom...

Perhaps
if we tried...