Another date
puts a bunch of
these days months
and seconds
in the book shelf
of stories

The fragrance in the breeze

I am so glad
that I love.

In its pain I live
Its songs 
chime my requiem.

Why do I care
that you do
Not exist
You never did.

Evening ink seeps
through the clutter
of green thoughts


the shadows of
longings eternal

It shall be Dark soon
dark dark dark
Very dark, Very soon

The morning alarm
wakes into a shabby dawn
what day is it ?

Is it raining
like yesterday ?

the  boy is here
I can hear  his bicycle bell

but I just want to
be here with
Nothing

No news and
no people

on a day
rainy and green
a vague nausea haunts
the blue damped
walls

and a searing pain
the gutters of all time
smokes into
a mute scream

love lingers