Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Falling Apart

Too much said, too much heard.
Numbness remains, unperturbed.
Freckles of past, growing on words
Poems look like a discolored herd
Stifling sunrises deep within
Echoing thoughts under the skin
I crave for myself, more each time
Reciting a wordless, empty rhyme
In slots. Arrive and depart.
Moments and memories
Falling apart.


  1. This is sensual, intelligent and beautiful work. Poem and Image. May I use the image for my book cover and website?