My Sand is my emotions
My Sieve is my mind
My Sand moves through the motions
Whilst My Sieve looks behind
Day: July 31, 2008
Emptiness?
poetryThe hollow, the hole
The emptiness in my hallowed heart
Has spat out all internal emotion
Creating therefore a lack of incentive medium
To speak the way I feel inside
As I do not know the truth of what may be spoken
because if your sole purpose in life is to produce cotton and you don’t – consider your life a failure
poetrywhether you are aware or not
my ability to write
epic poetry of love and life
has been reduced
to that annoying little whine
coming from the breaks of a ’57
chevy station wagon
stacked with a whole house’s
worth of furniture
mattress
desk
rocking chair and all
up to the top of the
cottonless cotton tree
and almost as sad
the sieve and the sand 