Putting my energy

In writing these poem

I don’t know anything about writing

I just do it

In a desperate fashion

In order to survive

A little longer

While I am slowly

Freezing to


Bad News

A bad story is always a bad story

Never mind what you do

The very foundation is weak

Standing on sand that quickly

Slips away at night

Start over my friend

Before the sunken costs

Will sank you to in the sand

Like a drag

Not here

Low, low

Almost underground

I write my poem

At evening, at night

At times when I realise

That the only thing

I can do to keep my

Self sane is write and writ

Into eternity

Far, far from here