running down the pane,
what once became the cloud has
now become the rain.

wee hours return
and I’m wide awake again;
this night person’s curse.

pitter-patter feet
come to greet a waking me
with sandpaper tongue.

cry when you are sad;
when all of the tears are spent,
life will continue.

“cut and run” sounds wise
in contrast to staying a
nonexistent course.

what they don’t know might
hurt them, but at least they won’t
waste time worrying.

its hard to handle
they’re misuse of language when
your a grammar snob.