How does one
rate degrees of
bad is there
better bad a
best bad a
kinda sorta sucks
bad a could
be bad a
maybe bad how
does one even
begin to sort
bad by color
by pattern by
fit or maybe
by size ohhh
this one was
big and that
one doesn’t really
fit anymore and
this one well
doesn’t look good
what do we
do with bad
simply shove it
way back into
the closet and
forget about it
until we move
onto someone else
or something else
I guess that
bad just is
and that’s all
it’ll ever be
Wolf
I was
set in
woods to
be raised
by wolves
I know
no other
way than
the wood
for people
abandoned me
left me
to either
be eaten
or learn
how to
live the
life of
the dog
Scar
The sting
of wounds
like those
of memories
hurt but
not long
for scars
be skin
or thought
hide those
very things
that pierced
IYouWeUs
I warrior
you squire
I know
you feel
two men
who more
than ready
for battle
I no
longer feel
having scars
but you
feel each
and every
ding and
chink whincing
me spectacle
you spectator
each doing
his own
for life
Peace (for Bean)
I hope
that you
will find
the peace
that I
could never
give you
but that’s
what peace
was never
meant to
be coming
from me
all I
tried to
give you
was love
which you
never wanted
so your
peace you
can find
for yourself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 