I have two 
sitting on desk 
that look like 
cotton balls that
got too close 
to the dye
when coloring eggs
or a mountain 
of cat toys 
absent of tails 
these little trees
look less Christmasy 
and more familiar 
for they remind 
whereas I remember 
a tree is
as tree does 

Sometimes I just 
like to think 
think about nothing 
let my mind
go wherever it 
pleases which is 
usually nowhere until 
it finds itself 
like some person 
stranded in a 
room wondering why 
and for what 
frozen in place 

Funny how names 
always do that
they find the 
string of memory
and pull it 
and out come 
flashing little pictures 
and silly sounds 
taking me back 
sometimes way back 
and when over 
I quietly sit
and listen think
to the gone

In this hour 
on this day
I am reminded 
that once promise
which obviously now
remains glaringly unfulfilled 
and its absence 
hangs overhead like 
old stale smoke 
that once escaped 
from the mouths 
of liars only 
to remain hovering 
in the way

Once finished 
now found
this not
having been 
never surprises 
gap hole 
or crater
impossible to 
fill important 
to find 
cracks appear 
in veneer 
and fresco 
showing age 
and wisdom