Forest creaks my fellow freaks of natural progression.
Empty assignments followed by impression
of leaves of the ground
and heavy boots with heavy feet.
I met a woman in the woods.
She told me
about
her enemies
and empty dreams
where she told strangers
about her wagers
on the outcome of the universe.
She was convinced she was correct.
I was
convinced of other things.
Like watching her in the rain
and wishing her away
until the nighttime power lines
criss-crossed my pupils.
Electricity.
A Collection of Poetry and Music 