Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Hiding

.
When I remember what I have done
I block my thoughts
And shut my eyes tight
And cover my eyelids with my palms
And my palms with my knees
And the whole with a blanket

But the blanket is covered
With a sticky sense of guilt
Which oozes through the layers
Reminding me it is useless
To try and shut out
Something that is within

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Blabber

To cleave
Is to join
And also to part
Isn’t that smart?

Twenty years
We have cleaved
Mind and heart
Together. And apart.

Like a sticker
Pulled off once
And in vain
Stuck again