jornales

for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

Words

I’m experiencing a paucity of thought and words but still, this poem came tumbling off the keyboard–for such a treasure when I need it most, I give myself a ‘jornal’ of $500.

 

A tumble of squiggles

from your lips–I wish

they were but smiles.

Advertisements

May 10, 2009 - Posted by | poetry | , , ,

No comments yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: