February 2011



Never ignore your poetry blog .
It knows where you sleep.


Tuesday, February 16, 2010

he Plays guitar

The quieter I am the
faster he goes the Farthest he
is away from his inhibitions, concerns

I stay quiet because even if
I don't need help badly he
is so concerned for my
welfare and conscious of
my presence when I just
want to look at him.
I guess I would need my
own room, too. A room
where one could not
just "open the door"
onto your space.
It is hard to feel the
flow that way.

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