Sent: 9/14/2004 7:38 PM
my mind is a barren cage
from which my canaries have taken flight
to sing for more fulfilling grains
than what i cast tonight
my heart is an empty vessel
from which inspiration has been drained
pricked in fearing my expectancy
that drought precedes the rain
my page is absent meaning
mere transparency on display
in cliché images as definitions
summing the nothing i loathe to say
alas
my life is full of these moments
and often times others with riches
nevertheless i still feel frustrated
by these economically challenged glitches
