as i make my mark, grab the ring
i'll make a crescendo of burning energy
that will shade the sun
when
i pen my last poem.

of the 800,000 words
i have to mention love,
loss,
giggles,
tears,
lust,
smile,
cosmos,
socrates,
sunshine,
flowers-any and all,
dogs,
all fauna,
neighborhood,
world,
me,
you,
and
maybe even God...if i have the nerve.

09/02/2005