new one

"Poetry: the best words in the best order."
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge)

October 2002 was the last time I put pen to paper and came up with something I considered poetry. I had been writing for over ten years, but one day I simply stopped seeing any point. I recently met someone whose voracious thirst for knowledge, experience, and interpersonal expression truly inspires me. So, I've decided to jump back on that horse. Here goes:


five to(ward) life

was strapped
to that machine
with a noose
around my neck
forced a smile
across these lips
bound my toes
up with leather
those shackles
of the daily
in small part
removed by
whim.