bad poem
<< 9:05 p.m. - Monday, Nov. 25, 2002 >>
the deck is quiet
stains run down the gray panels -
dark leaves that got too close
I sit in the moonlight
trees bare
>sky empty

mouths open in joyous song
sharing hearts
who are these that I hear and cannot see?

my eyes are still closed
my thoughts cut off
fragments
the computer doesn't like them

trying to be empty
let go
i want
a yellowed leaf finally detaches from the scaly branch