| Poems from and maybe for the
damned with abject aplogies to beloved daughter Ashley to whom I made a promise I knew I could not keep Details Lists Things to be done Lives to be ended Or parceled out Maybe to more hope And happiness Or not Things Piles to clean And box Accounts to be transferred or closed Or not Things to be given away Or left Or not Pain to be endured Or not Explanations To be given Oh definitely not No one ever understood them anyway Perhaps not so much because the explanations made no sense or were badly conveyed But people only hear what the can stand to hear |
Friend said Maybe two Broken halves Could make a whole But the edges are Too sharp Cutting Wounding Blood words emotions insanity Flow In torrents That cannot be staunched Easily if at all |