delights inside
with the contents
abandoned
chasing that one snapshot
cursed all anew
from the incomparable
fate though constant
is no ordinairy matter
stealing words is
such a sentence less crime
so many voices
unraveling the brain's riddles
too many echoes anymore
always quoting the past
adrift with the unbearable weight
of reason
never a notable notation lost
and why is it that tomorrow has
no permanent address
justice just keeps getting
brighter
and crime is its writer in chief
so
keep in mind
we have to swim even when the whistle
is not blowing
Melissa
(written May 30,2004 430 am)