I got the despair
Wish I did not
But I do

       sleep

I crawled, I stood up,


grandpa only nodded: yes --



that's how one grows up.

seems that you are trouble, is that correct?
yes.

it seems you need to let the birds sing

"I liked your smile better
When you were younger,"
She said
I was tempted to ask why
But we both knew.

She is safe in
her madness.
A comfortable
tomb, convenient,
but suspect.
I wish it were
a gentle lunacy,
like Don Quixote,
almost admirable.
But it's rabid like
a berserker or
harpy, shrieking at
love and light.
destroying everything.

Some people are
drunk on power, pride,
and control.
When they
wake up and realize
they aren't God,
they change
direction or perish.

I write not for my arts sake...
I write for my hearts ache...

I write not to remind myself...
I write to re-mind myself...

I like the attic,

sitting in the armchair, in --


front of the window.