I sing from ignorance
a plaid expression
in a black and white world

sad that this
is not the typical
delusion or miscalculation

happy that there are
no meds to fix
this simpleton’s void

blissful (heartless)
joyless (brainless)
the way it was (is)

a shot in the
dark alley at night
heartache with the scent of Paris

my meager vision
penciled in like a casualty.
triage deemed quaint, like remorse

other skus have
replaced the hand crafted;
monks into machines

no slang for this
or warnings posted
just a freak ice storm

not passing soon

© Tom Watters  10/29/07