what if I have lost my way?
would I know? could I see clear?
or only through smoked mirrors
blindly seeking words to fill
in the holes in my heart
blind but could not see

mouth smeared
jagged bruise
too much

on place of heart
head and slash red
lips parting

never pleased to see outside

25 Sept 99

Edge of water and sand
broken chances drown
sun sets after the empty day
cold footprints
trail of one

everything will be just fine.