1

words thrown around stories abound always for some reason
but this story of my life won’t be
two days, fourteen hours, what is this about?
a cat?
all this done just to make a simple statement,
but no one understands the life of (a poet?) [replaceable]
i see my life in front of me
with roads that turn, bend, fall down a creek
will i survive? they always ask
but who cares? is it not my life?
all these questions, too much for me
fly around the world with only one aim,
to make poems rhyme and songs being sung
by voices of angles,
this is my
life

2

two days have past
when last did i see your reflection
two notes on the piano in the background
my ears, two ears,
speculations
i want to see you again
every time i walk past the mirror
why do you follow me?
i see myself as the shadow in the dark
is it me?
or is it really you?

3

your face lingers in my mind
i hear the voices over and over and over ad infinitum
why did you leave me for him?
my mind is in an on-going fight between right and wrong,
from where you stand i only see your face, images of us floating
in the spectrum of imagination.
seeing is believing, or that is what they tell us,
but look at where we are today,
separated by air.

4

i walk through the valley of giants
elephants walked with me, tusks of ivory
shine in the sun of glory
why, who, how,
i walk through the valley of death with you by my side
white as a ghost but
you are there,
with the face of an ant
i walk while talking to myself
words form in my mouth without consent
i walk through hell alone
with a mumbling of death
words die in my mouth
watch out what you say, it can kill
i see myself in your eyes,
hate burn
death die
the play goes on

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