Poetry Archives Bio
November 22, 2010
4:57 PM
I have not slept in a day

yesterday
i told you

oxygen
is the silent

degrader of
things

today
  I
    think
      it's
        water


I have not slept
in a day

pain is a betrayal
of time

i forget
a line


I walk to the mail
box in the rain

rain runs
down my face

I walk
back


I could walk
forever

from the mail
box

i
could


watch forever
the water

rushing
into the

drain
holes


lights
on the

water
from cars

driving out
  on my way
  home