I miss you and the way
you seldom say
what is actually
on your mind
sometimes I think
even you don't know
what it is you're wanting
from you
or me
or anyone
I don't ask questions
and I don't say
what is actually
on my mind
But I do
tell the truth
when I say anything
I am
unrelentlessly
honest
even when I try not to be
but the words I don't say to you
could fill
so many chapters
in my unwritten books
yet I leave the pages blank
and if the act of omission
is the same as a lie
then I am a liar
I am a liar
I am such a liar.


Charity 2006

Is it madness
to put my life on display
like paint on canvas
all walls eventually crumble
as do my own while I stumble
deeper into this public plane of existence
layers of resistance crackle and fade
like the wall on which my world is displayed
and who would believe 
that anyone would read
my rambling, tumbling, scribbling, stumbling rhymes...

madness or just cracked paint on canvas
who knows 
but I write on regardless.
Seen or unseen...
It's like breathing for me anymore.

Charity