subtle abstract.

and our poets are becoming more
and more of painters while
our painters
are taking pictures of trees
and
flowers and
photographers are
composing words out of
nothing.


into nothing.

-

i fell sideways and
down into a rabbit hole to
soothe my aching
ears; but silence makes us
stronger and we
can't run too far
away.

we were born in homes
on the street.

-

i'm a bit of
and insomniac and
it's morning again; but i
haven't slept in
three weeks and four days
and thirty six minutes.

exactly.

i've been counting the
seconds since you left;
i'm quite pleased with
the improvement in my
math and motor skills.

now that you're gone.