i promise to update almost daily now that the winter has set in and i am yet again id totalutterdepressed mode. so let’s begin with a new poem i wrote last night when no one called and i realized i have gone into isolation and alienated myself from those i know.

    Futility

branches reach up
like skeletal arms
or varicose veins
to touch the unattainable sky

they can only try
to scratch
black silhouettes
yearning to touch the
the elusive grey
and matted atmosphere

arthritic hands
gnarled and twisted
not able to grasp
the wicked clouds
and the heaven above