Poetry for me is a way of living, it comes out of nowhere and I have to write it down. How I write, what I write, I decide. I am not asking you to be judgemental. I am gifted with the ability to see beyond the obvious.
Monday, April 06, 2009
in my card album I do not recognise many- collected where?
collecting junk has become a past-time- what else should I do?
'do something' my minds tells me- I tear up pages
blank pages contain my whole life- like that graffiti
graffiti art was a way with me- you were jealous
jealousy got you nowhere, but broke us- did you ever care?
in that card album I do not recognise many- I throw away yours