find the mind

i ran from the moth in my room.

i opened the microwave door, expecting the answer, and instead found emptiness.

obsessively i wonder where you are and if you could ever have loved me.

obsessively. i do not tell a lie.

ransom notes drip from my mouth.

i knock on the wood and wish that luck were in my tea leaves.

i give you the finger, before i remind you of my love,

oh my hypocrisy, how it engulfs me!

yet needy i have always been beneath the surface.

the placid waves cannot describe

the twists and turns of the current--it pulls me into the deep.

i ran from the moth in my room.

i closed the door and sobbed into my hands.

for this little creature, so plain and i n n o c e n t, i knew i could not stand.

my solitude, unexplainable, though perfectly rational in the eyes of the crazed.

crazed am i? speak in riddles and forget your name

label the crazed and label the sane---what would we be

without electric bulbs and wooden tinker toys?

blind am i, though the colors i feel; well i've convinced myself that they are real.

fog on the window, crust on the cake

i ran from the moth in my room.

describe your tears and unleash your fears

before the 7 o'clock news.

the body lies beneath the floor, and the b l o o d stains your shirt.

but i still believe you are bereft of blame.