little girl irene,
all lost and alone
how long has your heart
been lookin’ for a home?
little girl irene,
so small and abused
did any of the guys know
that they were being used?
little girl irene,
your eyes so bright
what do you look at
starin’ straight into the night?
little girl irene,
smilin’ and laughin’ outside
do tears fall
in the places where you hide?
little girl irene,
heart all broken in two
you should’ve known all along
the person your searchin’ for is you.

to be here and ever
how quantifiable such a thing:
I am here, I am not here.
it all appears so random
an event
of ink on paper and m o
vi
n g
it, sometimes, in to the plural,
an assortment of motions.
to write them into a proper
space
and to leave it alone
and watch the words
burn.

to break
just that
is terrifying:
to break the clean
silence
of this (monster)
or any
page
and
to have
said
(what?)
something
that says it all.