Thursday, June 9, 2011


Joy fill me
wants to burst out.

one hundred twenty seconds.
a mere
one hundred twenty seconds.

To calm my restless nerves.
To hear your voice.

one hundred twenty seconds
is all it took.

1 comment:

  1. Ok, so I have decided that I like your poetry. A whole stinkin' lot. My favorite? Hard to say. At this moment, I'd say this one or Disconnected.
    Keep thinking/feeling through your writing. What's coming out is good stuff and I have a feeling there's more in you.