Friday, April 16, 2004

alone but not lonely
i thrive here in my world.
just me and all my poems
sitting in our ringaroundtherosie circle,
i'm the one who lost.
none of them making sense,
clash and contradict
like so many puzzle pieces
from the wrong puzzles.
no composition/composure here.
they sing to me the infant death song,
more contrast in
words of perversion and
style of a child.
perv.
*bettie* at 3:16 PM