Another place, another time
About the hell that is suicide.
There was a girl with a pearl earring.
Everything fades in time, they say.
Yet, this time and place will never
as if nothing ever remains;
after all we shared in early teenage years,
in a particular suburban place.
listlessness discourages me
from composing this time & place.
The sky affects me greatly. The day
is all wind and rain.
I would rather see than look
And this involves seeing inside
me - as I really am.
wander in the woods,
injure myself, climb trees, run.
But there's no running away from me.
Not sleep –" the grass below, above the vaulted sky"*
I never stop thinking, thinking
I am in art again, I rest from being in skin.
That evening the smell of tar and hay...
eyes; a sapphire blue.
I rest from all the work