[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #49. The publish date is approximate. It was originally written August 15, 1999.]
dark shadow of my pen, in wavering candle light lead me to a promised land, where words meet wit where unabashed i may say as i feel, write as i want a place where the clock doesn't hound me, chasing life's little unacceptable pleasures par for everyone music flows free in all its forms, backing my words as if to say i am a lyrical poet, but not rather, reprimand me for another misguided soul aching by. looking for a sea of tranquility to drown in, enjoy a jade shade of pain. bleak ending in resolution of a black sheet covered bed candle. incense. delirium. solitude. pen and paper