sakita

ummm
the trees and flowers are all abloom and i am a sneezing fool.
the sun is staying up past its bedtime now and the birds dont like to sleep.
meanwhile bea smith has shot nola mckenzie and i am drinking iced tea and wishing something good would make its self for dinner.

i have a little poem that i dug out of the pile of notebooks i keep.

She steps to the edge
her heart cold and glass like in her hands.
a small smile crosses her lips as she notices a crack
in the exterior of it,
the wind whips through her raven hair.
she leans forward to see the world spin and
jumps.

yeah now that i see it again and think of how depressed i was it was better then
i have more poetry
i will post more again