Generic Landscape Views

paper and ink

capture a wisp of a song

prodding my quintessential expression – an eternity of ruminative eyes

I am Convinced I wrote this

,in some other life, or a little bit of myself is in this poet

Transferred through air waves, heat waves, vibrations in the furniture

So forget about it, we don't need anyone else.

Paper and ink, off the pages and a stain under my eyes

evidence of how I spent the night

with my allies, my cohorts, those who believe in the truth of my provocations,

the righteousness of my solitude

I sleep in a different room. There is no motion from them. I sleep

                                                                                                               In a different room.