Back-UPS

I'm in a know-how country
in a see-none ville
in a shut-out house
waiting
searching for you.

nonetheless
I don't seem to
smell you
or your peppermint shampoo
you're out...I think.

should I stay to wait
where time is
non-existent?
should I stare bluntly
into your empty wall?

I wallow in your fears
listen to your tears
droplets on my palm
blank walls all over
in your shut-out house.

I've given up
out of your abode...
I see people staring
at me and my disarrayed hair
they somewhat glare.

but I don't care...
or give a damn
about what these people
think of me
or my disarrayed hair.

I turn to leave
..and I don't look back
I run, blinded by the rain
then I bump into you
...I fell.

by jam
july 24 2k
made on the pc

Homeless

I'm packed
I'm going
To a place
Full of hope
And of pain
Why go?
Why feel?
I absolutely
Have no
Clue
Just why.

Come close
Go deep
And find
What you seek
What you need
What you crave for
Be assured
Be swallowed
Follow me
My lead
My destined path...

july 23 2k
made on the pc

Men and boys, -dolls and toys

created with Pumpkin

Oh, men of steel
You melt like butter upon
A pan on fire
But the boys of wood,
They're reduced to ashes when burned
Thus making them burn no more
-and the melted steel forms a puddle
-in which a young girl's porcelain doll lies
-oh, it weeps, it feels scorn
-and the dust rises up--up into the air
-flicks of them on raggedy ann's yarn-curled hair
-but it feels no anguish, no despair...

july 21 2k
from a slip of paper