Logophobia

Loneliness is my strength.

Not really, it seems to me that I am simply being strong within my loneliness. Who knows why - I sure don't. Here is a poem with which to whittle away the hours . . .


Carved into stone are the faces of the dead,

Molds cast in iron with casts set in lead,

Noses and lips, teeth of cobblestone,

Ears that are loud, and eyes that have grown,

Wider when I have expressed my desire,

To purchase your body in water and fire,

To flee from the land of emotional mire,

Where I can't even feel my own ire.