Poetry Archives Bio
April 8, 2002
8:30 PM
Monday Evening

It's now Monday. Evening.
And I'm lonely. Only lonely.
Only Here. Rhyme is water.
Head is stoppered. All is almost
done. Only lonely. Where are
you my friends all to ends when
I to the end. Step out. All is done
tonight no pressure no joy no black
and white and out of sight
only lonely. Can someone hear me
steer me, clear me of this filmy cling.
Sing my music box now, sing. Only
lonely Monday evening. Only lonely.

Please.