My Sieve and Sand
by Tucker J. Collins
My Sand is my emotions
My Sieve is my mind
My Sand moves through the motions
Whilst My Sieve looks behind
My Sand is my emotions
My Sieve is my mind
My Sand moves through the motions
Whilst My Sieve looks behind
The 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
whether 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
