September #15

so I guess this is what it's like
to be on time
not rushing towards doom dates
wasting cyberspace
with nonsense words
to fill a self-obligation.
finally i can feel my thought clicking,
though,
and poems arise
faster than i can put them down.
months of forced writing
and i am poet again,
seeing things differently -
strangely, yes,
but literarily, too,
and that is what i have strived
to return to.

August #10

Sometimes I spend far too much time
with mirrors or computers or people
and I have to get away.
Sometimes I forget what I look like
or need to write or play
or just need to talk,
to pour out my soul,
to some other
very human being.
Then, I return.