been
gone
for
sometime
but
now
returning
with new words
and
thoughts
painting
pictures
pure
thought
thick,
stuck
in
the mind forcing
themselves
onto the page
slowly
turning
towards
the sun
greeting
it with
a
new face
attitude
to match
lighting
the candles
preparing
for
an arrival
whispering
myself
into
a corner
want
not to be seen
heard
or touched
hearing
the wind whistle
outside
the window
arrival
is close
trembling
for fear
of
something unknown
desire
still to take
the
plunge
into
and out of
reality
and imagination
drawing
pictures
of
perfection in the sand
sticking
out the neck
into
the 'I dunno' section
of
the mind the biggest part
watching
the smoke
pour
out of the glass
and
the song is
played
too much
don't
want to tire
all
the while sitting
patiently
waiting
impending
doom
only
moments away
the
dishes
remain
unclean
and
my position
hasn't
changed
the
roar shatters glass
as
flesh hammers
hit
glass all over the house
bricks
of reality
stack
high up on the totem pole
of
insanity
who
says all the rules
have
to apply
to
every situation
life
is such strangeness
waiting
again
trees
swaying
the
breeze is cool
and
the air feels good
through
the window
this
time for sure—nothing concluded...
