The sting snaps
the corner of
a wet towel
and I standing
naked wonder why
I stand here
asking for this
isn’t being naked
here naughty enough
no that which
was supposed to
protect me turned
like a dog
growling and biting
from whom’s hand
it doesn’t matter
crack is heard
pain then lingers
Category: Poetry
Say
This is not
how I expected
it to look
but I’m very
glad that it
looks like this
and that’s all
I can say
about everything else
including just this
about being that
Crap
I don’t know
how people get
to where they
go likely by
accident for who
really knows which
direction is best
isn’t life just
a crap shoot
the simple avoidance
of another mistake
Sound
There it is
that call or
sound come hither
or stay away
for this middle
is no place
yet I tread
here in place
no real direction
besides dangerously down
to the sound
I go for
what else beckons
Hill
Ah that hill
same damn hill
that I find
or finds me
this time of
year looming through
fog’s dense desire
before I’d knowing
that I shouldn’t
like someone reaching
out into darkness
but this year
I chose to
go around rather
than up for
up never got
me to the
top but rather
to the bottom
but going around
well looky here
the other side
