Snippets

Who am I
Where am I
Why am I
Lost am I


All days start off well
then get shot to hell.
I'm grumpy, can you tell?


All the names
of all the people
that I have ever loved.
Are inscribed upon the palimpsest of my heart.


I sweep up the leaves.
The wind blows the leaves away.
I sweep up the leaves.


Skateboards, bikes and bubble gum.
Winter snow and summer sun.
Memories, now that boyhood's gone.


I dream once more of seagulls and the sea
A dream, a metaphor for being free


Infinity, the biggest thing.
What should we keep Infinity in?