loneliness
grabs me
by the balls
my mind
begins to tremble
a poem
is thrown out
of my shadow
Day
and Night
secrets
breathed
punctuate
the blackness of day
gathered in the dark
many poems on a page
made from the scalp
of a lonely night
As
night deepens
ghost of
the past
tiptoes cautiously into
the realm of my dreams
he is afraid of stumbling
and becoming
an illegal alien
