eristic

You
I thought of this / as I spoke
To my daughter / yet to be born
The one with / dark brown hair
And eyes / of the night time sky
The one who would be / if you now
Didn't just turn / and walk away

(twenty second of january, two thousand and five)

Panic
The days run away,
In panic from me,
What was a day ago,
Is now two, now three.

(ninth of january, two thousand and five)

Fluidity
Rain drops, on the windshield
Like words on a white sheet
Written furiously
In certain
Famished intensity
Coming together
Words, verses,
Fluidity

(tenth of january, two thousand and five)