Dr. Pepper and 
Mr. Salt have 
joined my family 
of inanimate objects 
just a mill
and a cellar 
they make a
cute interracial couple 
who sit patiently 
on my island 
a wee bit 
salty and kinda 
spicy they are 
and I swear 
I hear them
late at night 
bickering like an 
old married couple 
such is home 

Sick bed
though last 
night it
was heaven 
is it
broken heart 
or an
angel fallen 
from grace 
how quickly 
does come 
this affliction 
of sin 

Even I
think that 
this one 
is crap
come on
who brought 
the tomatoes 
and the 
rotten eggs 
to catapult 
let’s have 
a riot
be it
belly laughter
or revolt

The more 
I write 
the less
I know 
therefore 
I have 
every intention 
to die 
a fool

At first the 
lake was a 
source of reflection
upon which I 
gazed and then 
it froze over 
and I stuck
clawed and scratched 
to free myself 
from icy doom
and now again 
at waters edge 
I longingly peer
past the water 
onto the distant 
shore and wonder 
how ever I 
will get there 
from over here