something? something.

xerxes but not (a sonnet)

brother, thy anonymous name

selfless, selfish, (droplets falling)

run and run and run and run (droplets falling)

hang on a bit, a bitter fame

the existence of a plane

in which a house exists (droplets falling)

where the earth is steady (droplets falling)

where a man can be sane.

a home

not hurtling

just born

alone

not hurting

just morn

desert (a rondel)

come back to me

fill, rebuild an empty cup

and it is you that interrupt

why would you desire to be

any feat burdened by the sea

wind burns, and stings the lips

come back to me

fill, rebuild an empty cup

calloused by degree

cracked lines disrupt

cracked nails enough

lack taken for plenty

come back to me

smoke and mirrors. though I'm not quite sure what they are for. I've brought them.. here. if you were wondering. so now they are here. I have a jar of smoke. and a jar of mirrors. carefully and somewhat jealously I guard these little treasures. Ah via musicom. So much for luck. Anyway. it's true. I sometimes get worried and nervous. Though at the moment it seems that doubt which I sometimes have has attached itself to something different than usual. It seems that when I work out with my own brain the beneficial path, well, it doesn't quite work out that way. But maybe someday I'll get shoved in the right direction.