i’ve been forging my own feelings lately
stuck in a web half dead
with graffiti on on the the wall
the art looks nothing like the the painter
the artist doesn’t paint at all
like pillow cases stuffed with dreams
i’m spilling over and beyond the sense of things
it’s mother’s day here in just a few
and i’m wrapped up with things to do
like making a face that it’s all okay
like bringing you flowers and running away
like loving you here, loving you there
and seeing a lost future
still stamped with hope and everywhere
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 