Saturday, August 8, 2015


You haunt me.  I keep re-reading your chapter.  You've closed the book and moved on but I'm stuck on page one.  Your eyes haunt me.  You closed us long ago.  I try to open the boom again but you've glued that book shut.  You haunt me.  I'll keep re-reading and you can move on.


All this talk of sex and drugs, alcohol and profanity.  You would think the student who walked by me were straight out of prison.  The alcohol numbed their minds the drugs kept them alive.  Sex for something to do and profanity to talk of you.


I'm worried
I feel nothing anymore
There is a hole growing
I'm worried
What's happening
Things are changing
I'm worried
She's lying
He's lying
I'm worried