"Four"

[rikethink]

when there is little to love i can stay
in my room
in my bed or my chair, in my thoughts
eyes closed w/ one hand over the mouth, the
other
pointing at the sky

and cry:

i open the window and my life is
there: a great field
stretching shadowed and thin; looking
more
like a dog than a life--
and a wet dog at that

Comments

[lickthiscancer]

Excuse my asking sir, but where is three? (or are you getting to that?)

[rikethink]

Three is...somewhere else. On another site and all. It's the old every-other, I'm afraid--at least, for the time being. But you could have a slide over there and read it, no problem, if you'd like. Actually the site itself, which is populated by competent writers, more or less, and thus good readers, is something that you might find particularly worthwhile (depending on your level of interest, of course), as it's got quite a useful little post-and-critique thing going on.

If I can find your e-mail, I'll send an invite; then you can do with it whatever the hell you please!

I appreciate your interest, by the way...