Much Too Much

From an early collection of works, 1989-1999. This poem is from the first book of 3, entitled "Conception"

Much too much.

 

Going for too much too soon

after too long.

 

I was lonley

wanting a lover for company

alone.

 

And now there are cracks

in the violet colors

that surround me as

light covers my form

like silk.

 

Holes in my arms again,

Time and Space cannot hold

my attention.

 

"Don't talk to me

unless you have something to say",

she said.

 

And now I am drowning

to remember

everything I said

in return.

 

Drowning in the still air

of this room, I think

This Time -

 

This Time I'll do it Right.