Monday, October 13, 2008

very short poems

Ambition
We sat at the table with all we knew and without all we wanted.

Simplicity
We sat at the table without the extraneous.

Desire
We sat at the table with nothing so we looked into each other’s eyes.

Hatred
We sat at the table with fear so we fed it, and we fed it more.

Mischief
We sat at the table and schemed.