the sadness I felt when I heard my name

Sulfurous water dripping

from the ceiling spilling

into an empty jar,

Where some small insect waits

not knowing the name I've given

- makes me wonder

what it's like to drown...



what will become

of the day when i'm gone

and who will come out to play

when i've gone

who will sit under the tree

when i'm gone

to wait for salvation



There are noises in the wall

some sounds ask questions

of other machines

with rusty voices.

The flaking paint

I peel away at

opens up a hole

with no one inside,

Just a rope and a bottle

used to collect

fuel and moisture,

when the tears fall

from cracks in the attic

submerging any life left

inside.



I lost my left sandal

can walk no longer;

the way the world spins

makes me uneasy

and dizzy.

I vomit now

on your sandals

so you take them off.

Both of us stand idle,

sightless and blinking,

bathing in the stillness

of our wordless thoughts.



I sank one time

into a very deep pit

there was a diamond

in the wall

shining.

I watched as dust

began to cover it

I touched it

and it laughed.

It was very dark in that pit

and it was filled with diamonds.



no time to play

no time to drink

no time to stare...

Just stand and look

and watch as the days walk by,

never so much as saying goodbye.