june 1st

a poem about futility


i did the groundwork - thought i was prepared
but it all proved worthless when i got there
and due to "circumstances" we couldnt go ahead
we hung around for a bit on the street instead
got bored and went home

may 31st

a poem about singing



in a cold empty room
she sings twisted lullabies
in front of a list
of dead men

casts a wilted bloom
aside as the sound dies
ceasing to exist
then starting again




thanks mandy