trained my thought (of)

poetry

the days have been less kind to me
lately
i find myself more prone to awkwardly timed
bowel movements
than i did when i was young
depends
i suppose. what did i eat? where?
was there lactose? spice?
the days i suppose it depends, was there spice?
i find myself more awkwardly prone
to lactose timing
lately
less kind to my bowel movements
days lately. lactose and spice
awkwardly kind
where i suppose i eat
prone to when i was young
it all depends

The Bad Summer Daze

poetry

O how many summer mornings shall be filled with anger

When cooperation can be the first solution ?

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O how many summer mid days are filled with joy

While pain exists so deep within our souls ?

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O how many summer evenings drag on in dullness

Without distraction or relief from all the hurt ?

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O how many more days must I wait in the heat

While time continue to pass me by ?