a cross between
Frick and
Cracking...
open the ground
Contaminating water
Causing
Clash of neighbor against neighbor
Catastrophe of oil
spilling into
Our waters
Poisoning the well
I am crying
I am crying because
the Red Hot Chili Peppers are screaming out of my speakers and
my head is reeling with poetry and
I love you
I am beginning to remember how to be alone
I am learning to stand
And stop believing the fall is inevitable
(Isn't it ironic
That I always feel worst
When I have nothing to do)
A woman lies before me
But I crave the arms of a man
For the first time, I want to layer clothes on
Instead of stripping them off
To draw sweaters on nude bodies
And let them turn brown by the fireplace
I prepare myself for Winter
And pray for a warmer Spring