Sunday, December 27, 2009

mail art heading out...



I just
I just don't
I just don't know what to say anymore.

Lost in a sea of stamps and chores

Dark curtain is closing
I don't want to go back there.
I want to save myself
Misery's hand is so warm
Like fresh blood from a wound

This pressure on my heart
that forces tears
Takes my affectation

And leaves
nothing.

2 comments:

the ice chewer said...

I'm jealous of Michael Andrew for getting such a beautiful peace.

As a kid I loved playing with those babushka dolls.....

WEE-HOO said...

Thank you Ice Chewer! I have a collection of matryoshka dolls wearing babushkas!