6/8

I still dream,
I remember riding what seems like 50 aimless trains,
Being paralyzed,
The man across from me also drinking out of a paper bag,
I shouldn't have waited so long to answer you.

Mr. Sad Spud

My name is Mr. Sad Spud, because I am indeed a sad spud:
Around I trek with my arms draped at my side,
They say a tater like me would feel better, if only he'd abide,
But I'd rather wander here and get crispy,
In fact I'd rather get fried.

3/16

The waves go out,
The waves come in,
Like candle light that's dwindling...
Ages pass and bones grow thin,
But the old man's smile is still welcoming.

And as I sit down by the shore,
I can sense that many have come before;
Their whispers ride upon the winds,
Ever so slightly saccharine.

3/9

The bird was dead.
It was beautiful.
Still and elegant,
It's skin tinged blue and it's beak so smooth,
It's feathers lay nearly perfectly preened as if to be displayed.
I feared I might be the last to look upon it,
For the tide was drawing closer,
Unknowing of what lay ahead,
Waiting to be taken.

2/17

i'm still shivering with the heat on,
i'm still hiding in my head,
i think i'll have to drink this can of beer,
just to get out of bed again.

2/14

it's after noon now,
time to drink if i want my
edges to be round.

2/6

when it rains it pours,
when it snows the ice scours
the skin on my knees
til' i'm scraped on all fours

then i lay on my back
running my fingers over the crack
and i don't care if i freeze
i'm not ever going back.