*click*

so howjawanna do this?
slow
or fast
or not at all? I can tell you
sometimes there's been so many poems
done come and gone
that one more might be the pain that tips
and pulls ya under. I read that quote
for the second time today, the Kierkegaard
one about how some of us are made
so's the pain comes out beauty? I guess that's
good in a way, if it's a-gonna keep
comin', but I'd just as well
settle for some peace in, peace out
if ya know what I mean.

*click*
well that's enough
gone and done turned southern
half a page
I suppose it's enough.