Some days.

Some days
I wonder
if all the words
I have collected
and filled
into shallow pockets
of mnemic traces
of my memory,
will spill out of me,
all at once
flooding over the expanse
of earth
that lies
beneath your feet

My Shadow's Dream

One bleary, dreary
winter's night
as I tossed and turned,
counting infinite loops of
haggard, bleating sheep,
my shadow
had a dream of me