sometimes i feel like a dream
blurred
i cannot see ahead and i stumble when i
feel you
meaningless
a shambling collection of symbols and
forgotten faces
faded
monochrome life defined by dark rooms and
yellow lamps
sometimes i feel like a poem
abstract
taken apart word by word and molested
for meaning
disjoint
chopped into arbitrary lines my thoughts
wrap around
cold
pinned to a page i cry with tears that
never come
