Poem I found from June 2007

[eidolonamorata]

one more day
a few more words
the environment is sordid
(tactile and internalized)
the creative tide hasn't bothered
marking this point for years
still there is some kind of
fierce, tenacious grasping
an insistence that i must
mutate/adapt/evolve
myself to these horrible surroundings
words are becoming
more truthful than sensory input
every day the possibility
for change

every day

every day

today is one more day

Also, to lighten the mood a bit, here's this: