11-4-92
There is nothing I can do.
Thing on my mind and
slow days ahead of me.
transition is a quality
of mine – sum of thought.
rest, rest, the body calls.
Chipper and colloquialisms of
hello and high.
Renew the rhythm of life –
my hope is in a cure.
My brother, I love you.
11-6-92
Subject to my own life
of responsibility.
Help the damon on you
back; he will shock!
Plus, the occasional smirk
tells me I can’t sell.
“We need more consignments.”
Pq
I tell myself skip him,
he; my father.
I ip crip.
Indian vessel on m heart
trips the sips.
No, and thank you is all
I write.
I have wrote the page
and caused the heart.
Rhythm-harmony
The wedding is coming
up colder and colder.
Solace of this time,
Good hearts solace.