Monthly Archive for May, 2005

somehow out of reach, smiles pass by,
i find myself alone,
with such an anabatic desire to cry.

-me

hands flat, face pressed, tears seep,
screaming through miles and miles of concrete

-me

Hug you, so tightly as to
Compress you, to a syllable and then to
Speak you, into a jar of paper on which to
Write you, and fold and place into the box of time
Locked with the key of Pope’s design,
Lost till another lifetime.

-me