Monday, March 26, 2007


There is a certain penetrating cold
Felt only in your bones,
Felt only in the foothills
And in the shells of souls.

We walk into the foothills
Searching for the cold, and
For that chill which may reveal
Why bones are warmed by souls.

Friday, March 23, 2007


My friend, these days it seems
you're not all here.
And so I'm left to say goodbye
as bit by bit you disappear.

Doctors talk and nurses shrew:
sugar is sweet, and so are you.
Half a man, but full of hell,
Progressively I say farewell.

Goodbye, goodbye.
My friend, I say goodbye.
Soon, it seems, you will be gone,
So piece by piece goodbye.