At first,

I will whisper

Second,

I will speak softly

Then I will converse

normally

You should hear me by now

normally

but you still don't

I raise my voice

your attention remains

out there

some where

I think about shouting

You hear my thoughts

but this one misses

you

even though I am all

but your thoughts

and your thoughts, too

now I'm lost

in the two of us

So I shout

and shout again

now I'm loud as thunder

and you continue to hear

not us

or me, so it is here, for you

I am left no other door

to reach you

but the two-by-four.

PS I'm sorry. Signed: God (capital 'g')

lazy days

and lazy ways

puts me in a lazy haze

with nothing that pays

and thoughts a’ craz—

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It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.