I was cleaning out my fiction and poetry files this weekend in preparation of renewing my efforts and found this weird little poem I wrote on Oct. 16, 1995. In fact, I don’t remember writing it. It’s in my handwriting and I do remember the line about the streamers, but everything else was like reading something entirely new. Isn’t that fun?
Alone in the world
Crying aloud
silently
Pain unfelt
but there
none the less
Open the door
to your heart
but forgot
to see if anyone
was there
Cobwebs hang
where streamers should
Can’t see the trees
for the forest
Orgasm in a crowd
but no one notices
