Sep 26, 2008



to return to drawing now is to go mad
i have no visions and dawn in its darkness too brilliant
to go mad now i may as well return to drawing
words as braille made of light sightless fingers do not catch
define and delineate fields more scent than window
tho any window is both open and closed
and i am mad as a maggot in a hot dumpster
calm as a crack in the sky