p o e t r y

millions
 

I spilled my
coffee all over
the keyboard,
found myself
shaking,
needed a smoke,
tried to
sit down
to write you a letter
still wondering which words
I could possibly use
what they could be good for
as you are not here
and I
won't be there

GOD
I am thirsty
in tears
and I'm broke
in need of caresses,
to try to
get through
millions want
millions
I only
want you