another rainy day
nothing to do
thinking old thoughts

longing for an answer
hoping, not to be understood,
but to be heard

Between railroad and highway,
an old house
covered with vines.

An old friend calling:
a familiar voice on the phone,
memories of a familiar face.

he whispered coziness is to
have a shoulder to lie on;
and dug his teeth in my throat

Pieces of old hardware
all incompatible
in subtle ways.

bald headed, fat, old guy
wearing a blue womans dress
second day in a row

the walls are bleeding soap
but why do i wonder
the owner is a fish

getting up
so hard to do
and so easy to say

Clouds and sun,
silver and bronze,
reflected in water.