"Blind Eyes and Deaf Ears"

Seeking me, you flee
into a consuming fog, more lost than ever
believe you'll encounter me there
Unaware that I'm still missing
Gone kissing strawberry sodas and candy
In a diabetic rage, I bleed sugar
Better than ever, sex isn't sexy
The trees are debating
smoking their own leaves
You're still searching
But I'm still not thinking you'll find me
I'm too busy writing poetry
and licking clean my wounds
Playing my ukulele
even though it's out of tune
     -feb. 27, 2002