Sunday, February 20, 2011


Poke dream-like faces behind the towers.
Happy. Smile. Laugh.
Hopeful. Grin.
Bright street light falls and we have
One sad man.
One ______________.
When looking into the glass jar
The only thing visible is the glass bottom.
Moving closer-eye on rim.
The jar breaks.
No glue in the house-
Nothing in the house.
I used to show pictures of __________
But eventually grew to realize that the image only held the story that I wanted it to hold.
Now when I look at the images I get sad because I realize they have no value or stories anymore.
Thank you.
Turn away
any wind that blows.