So they aren’t really lost, nor were they written too long ago in the grand scheme of things, but I would say 16 years is long enough to pull them out of their paper tombs.  I’m in the process of typing up and storing away many of my old pieces and as I do so I’ll probably post a few here.  Like this one.  Now.

08/28/1995

In the fields of my discretion
I feel lost
in so many heads
gazing
into so many wanting eyes.
And in yours
I no longer see
the lust
desire
and life
that fill my eyes.

If you would only say goodnight
and set me to my own devices
I could go on living.
Savage,
and in the dark
but it would be mine.
I could hold something against me
to protect myself
from the eyes that no longer see.