back to me

Letters wither by my windowpane

And silence masks atrusive pain

But i don't stand back

I save my letters and I get something back

Vowels and decimals

By decibel and volumes

Of abstract plastic tracks 

By the roar of the fire

But I don't stand back...

I step outside 

On to the pavement cracks 

I take one step forward

And two steps back

I save them all

I get something back

I can't give in to trashy ideas

That pollute my earth

 And I must recycle the things 

That are alive with plentiful bearing fruit

And it feels so good 

I light the candle 

And make sculpture

Have longed for something so pure

Complicated trade and skill and craft

Besides my poetry confessional witchcraft

I let go of misery

And my art has become my cute

I don't stand back

I save them all

And I get something back