how many of us sit in a lonely room

at a lonely computer

writing lonely  lonely poems


mine rebel at being confined

so i dress them in faded blues, motorcycle boots,

black t-shirts, distressed leather jackets,

don't forget the sunglasses


& they rush out the door

like runaways, to shatter the night

rattle the lethargy

make a noise that matters...


bind with others of your kind

* stain * the * sky * with * fireworks *

make little poem babies


agonize the world

     with lonely songs