Commit

I will wait for
a poem that
astounds me
before I
put pen
to paper
and commit

I am worried that I no longer have anything to say.

I pass my day
with a dark cut
where my brow should be
and mumble dastardly verbs
about the happy know-nothings
surrounding me. 

Caged

I watch my snake
Slide against the glass panels
Of her cage.
I wonder if she`s anxious?
Should I let her leave?
A wild animal belongs outside.
Not between four rectangular walls.
But, lo! So blind am I!
For I am an animal wild
Sliding through my cage.

The Animals

Sometimes briefly
You smelt the stink
How ever light;
How ever heavy the perfume.
Even the whisper of a breath
Caught the aftertaste
Of the creatures caged;
The animals withheld
By the closet artificial
Darkness their beady eyes
Bore through, like mirrors,
Like the abyss gazing back
Into you.

2 :-)

I told them they had pretty smiles
I told them I was ready to die
They laugh and called me drunk
I laughed and told them "sure"

Absolutely

Absolutely without a doubt
I miss my old ways before I withered.
When my lungs would fill with seas of air
(Unpolluted)
Angels hair on my shoulders bare
(Unpolluted)
I long the days I knew once more
Before I slipped and died and wept.