Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

five-seven-five

i write for you friends myriad thoughts that flow forth-

water loosed from dams.

              you visit me here

              briefly, but always as sure

              little hummingbirds.

                                             spaces between us

                                             spreading out like galaxies-

                                             we are joined as stars.

beguile me with wits.

you tickle me with fancies

richer than all mines.

                      humbly i kneel down

                      and wait my turn to be fed

                      by hearts pumping love.

Woe Is Me

Escapisms