Poems from Doreling
Speak to me, they do
The Whispers in the halls
Another's thoughts persue me
Just waiting for the fall
A path unto insanity
A mind's own...
With Without
Wings ...
Today Today
Is the Is...
A mug full of pens,
Four cough drops, a spoon
A malfunctioning whistle,
Eight reference books blue
A free tiny set
Of salt-pepper shakers
A...
About half past noon,
Before I
Climbed through that
Door of your's,
Events beyond our control
Forced their way through
Gateways to other...