Walking loose today, I am
lacking in discipline.
I take the momentary effect over the whole--
sloppy, extravagant, yes
the light is too strong
unruly through the bare trees.
Spring I return to you. I am lame.
I am also mentally ill. Someday I will cry
out I cannot bear
this loneliness. Stubborn, stubborn,
I said not him, not you, not this one, not that.I am waiting only for you.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
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