The Mood This Morning

Will it keep my mother in my mind Or hold me down until the shadows pass? This thing I do in slowly pulsing light That finds the center of black * If in this room I had the say I’d cut it surgically around Place it glistening aloud On my wobbly lusterless tray (Preserving just … Continue reading The Mood This Morning

Note To Self

Sad and blue Sad and blue Pick up pen Red will do News is news It’s never true It’s chewed up bird Spit for you They don’t love you Never did Of course you kept Your motive hid Through a window In the glass Who we are Is how we pass