Cupping hands over 
ears a child
I did this 
and now too
to not hear
the gnashing teeth 
and pitiful wailing 
of life’s misery 
then a tap
and a smile 
from some stranger 
wondering if I’m
I say yes 
off we go 
to the circus 
down the street 
away from home 

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