Wednesday, March 18, 2009

maybe never

No time, no place, heck I wouldn’t want a trace
A trace of looming disaster
Yet its almost Friday
and a week of independence looms
my camera and boom
alone to soon
and I still look at the moon
waiting for
some peace to come
from my severed heart
with no crush to repair
I stand here
With even greater standards
Of depth and girth.