Salty tears
kept company
by spicy paper towels
loose bowels
even my words
lacking consonants
to solidify the vowels
sentences
running on and on
no destination
thoughts
off the tracks
no sign of a station

Why must my heart insist on loving her in spite of all this rain?

misplaced my umbrella
don't own a weathervane
emotions in the cellar
desires in the clouds
almost heard some wisdom
fear
just too loud
consulted my optician
response
a referral
to a travel agents plans
for my distraction from this girl

why trip even more?
home is where heart is in chest-in
wherever I am
indigestion

"Just a suggestion"

yes
I saw
I see
I'm up
and down
question
and that's only if I can ask
I'm depressed
and under the whether
or not
you understand
my ass
is there some kind of machine
that will just make this time pass?


from days and nights past that once felt colder
you'll carry pebbles that once were boulders
to times light years ahead of your shoulders
where you'll find the flowers of your past's rain