Monday, March 28, 2011


i keep thinking it's December
the nights are long and black and cold.
i can't keep up-
i can't stay down-
it's nothing
like i thought it would be.

in the spring,
like the fall,
my Hamlet's discontent-
writing lists of places
where my heart could be;
the California coastline-
straight til it ends?
or maybe 405 North,
valley bound.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

the valley can be friendly too and it's not roasting're welcome to for a little tossed salad, ham(let) and eggs to feed your scrambled brains?