Fresh and clean 
like a pot
cup or pan
free from debris 
sweat and passion 
caused by dreams 
and yesterday’s dread
now at ease
coffee in hand 
words on mind 
this day is 
that has become 

To suffer is
to refuse change 
misery is the 
choice to accept 
that which doesn’t 
express one’s desire 
all the while 
knowing it doesn’t 
to live one’s 
life this way 
is called damnation 
hell on earth 

Empty I
sitting here 
once full
drawn to 
and by
drained from 
and of
leaving me 
this way 

Everything is 
a mirror 
this night 
shiny and 
wet reflecting
except shadows 
that run
from door
to car
or that
walk around 
avoiding and
dodging funny 
how people 
simply disappear 
in rain

Dark and wet
these gloves are
once molded snow 
and now drip
and hopefully dry
hanging on hooks 
atop the radiator 
looking just like 
icicles that drip
in the sun
making little lakes 
snow almost always 
goes like this 
back to the 
place it came