Poem

CONFLICT



listening to all my friends
wondering where I am

here


THIS ATMOSPHERE IS CHOKING ME


hope you are well

hope you are happy

time folds
like small pieces of paper
into pockets

notes to god
that ask

I listen

my friends
Fold into time
And me
Like transparancies

Folded as napkins
at a picnic

hope you are well

hope you are happy


Liquid
Under velvet

I listen to friends

And paid descendants


We were we
Alliteration
And nothing
Else