I thought that I had turned
One of my characters
Into a
Sacrificial lamb.
A
‘Canary
In the coal mine’
To warn society
About what
We are
Becoming.
But as I looked at myself in the mirror one morning
While brushing my teeth
A shock of fear shot through my soul
And shook me.
The character isn’t the canary . . .
I am.
And society will come soon
To eat me.
-C.H.
They say that I have a hard face And that I am guarded They say that I am rough around the edges They say I have opinions And that I am a little different They tell me that I am difficult And that my
I have one friend Who is jealous of my single life With all my dates and stories But he Has a good job And a good wife And a good home And a good daughter And a son on the way He doesn’t see it But I
There’s a poetry night coming up here in a few days But my hands are too shaky to write And my body is too broken to fight My mind is too wild to sit still And my will fell ill awhile ago And the ego
