Photo By: Keith Harris

I thought...
I'd confronted the stores of my fears
my many imperfections
I'm the one who's witnessed my life
encountered the words of anguish
I've been on the wrong side so many times
shaped by the sea's unambiguous emptiness
being forgotten about
unprepared for the difficult times
savaged by the reapers fortune cookie despair
I see all the indifference
what's worse seeing or feeling?
Sometimes I feel like
a guinea pig in secret
lost in the chaos of the wind
once more I resist...
terrified with the price of tomorrow
where nobody's safe
After this work and...
wrapping up this poet's intentions
shaken by life's so many fabrications
I'm growing weaker
sooner or later perhaps blown away...
if the television announces
an earth quake off Sumatra
shaped by the world's painful stares
I want to scream and shout...
"God make it all go away,
as far away as possible,
between all this hurt and nastiness"
I begin with the unsolved crimes...
and wonder why kids no longer
play basketball in the street.
Again I whisper...
"God make it go away"
I'm melancholy ...
as I assess the hurt of people and life
everything is slipping away
God, please don't turn your back on me...
and on all of us
