You asked me to be/
quiet and leave you alone./
You got your request.
You asked me to be/
quiet and leave you alone./
You got your request.
As I sit in church/
next to my goodly parent/
I feel gratitude.
Or
My spirit’s grateful.
Why do I feel guilt/
for not seeing you when we/
have our lives to live?
Look at your finger./
Again. That’s NOT the center/
of the Universe.
Crunching ice while he’s/
thinking of you is all a /
man should want to do
It was, he thought to/
himself, a fantastic and/
wonderful message.
Because your nighttime/
determines your day, I’ll ask:/
“How’d you sleep last night?”
Woman, alone, danced./
Solo, I (in balcony),/
watched and joined with her.
So much was written/
already about silence,/
there’s not much to say.
Or
there’s not more to say.