How can there be
this many of us
I can't keep track
like a houseful of cats
you wake up and find out they
are yours, every single word you say
without a thought,
wishing the dream
back, thanking god you were
only asleep. This power hungry
snake emerges always in the
after thought: the waves
of what I've said pulling me
back drowning
in the cold and lonely
words that hang there
wronging you