i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
"Haiku with me, haiku for the years. Haiku for the laughter, haiku for the tears..."

somebody help me.
i�m being murdered tonight.
nature turned on me.

Red flowing viscous -
a wasted chance not wanted;
hated. Period.

feeling so unclean . . .
punishing clench of pain . . .
i�m miserable

now, I understand.
Mary, curled tight, begging me.
Ebay uterus.


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confessed on Monday, Sept. 04, 2006