i put down

some built from blood

from this stone heart

disappearing into

the ether the nothing

while others

written on a hazy afternoon

refreshment having been taken

dance on the breeze

delight the crowd

& some i feel shame

embarrassment

for having revealed

the violence the pain

deep down hurt the dirt

that has come my way

no rhyme or reason

to how these pieces

are received

some just resonate

others reveal too much

& some are nothing

but froth on the wind