unidentitty

where you may be i can only hope to know
If you could see, if you could hear
plea's, invisible; a silent tear.
john doe.

like you mean it

smiles, but behind them eyes,
beneath them lines;
scowls, growls, sharpened knives.

heading

hopingwishinglongingwaitingclinging
grippingscratching
gnawingpawingfalling
downanotherrabbithole
dimmingblackspecksoflight
onelesserchancetofleeorfight
...

dried mangoes.

the feeling is gone.
it's me, splayed all over the crosswalk.
run a hundred thousand trucks
all over my bloodied guts
on passersby,
bathe freely, in my sadness.

all i wanted was what i could never get.
all i needed i never took.
all i have is... blank.