New poem…

This hit me on the train ride home… no title. yet.

You must hear my thoughts before they ever

come to fruition

and i sense your soul intrusion which stops the

thought progression.

My subconscious reaches out for you

and seeks you in the unlikliest of places

on every street that is fiveish

and on messages unleft in numbers

not recognized

i search back windows of cars for

retribution

but find none

and talks of puzzles and strategy

confound me

studies of physics go unlearned

and that part of me that yearned for abuse

is quieter now…

And more reflective of the need

but in that off moment that the thought

is allowed to skitter across

the recesses of my mind…

You hear it

and beg to reciprocate

7/6/2004 7:32 PM