I’m walking round this crazy town
searching for a little of you
finding little pieces here & there
each Saturday looking at beauty
eyes red from staring above
cussing clouds from feeling
emptiness deep down inside.
No, dear reader, this is not a happy
21 lines of life, love
instead it’s a heart bleeding
without apologizing for making a mess.
But if you’ll just take in the beauty
of this little flower
in shorter time than a quarter hour
you can return to your Saturday
and I, to each Saturday miscued.
Walking round within my mind
stumbling crazy out of time
realizing all the words
are much too late
to leave with the beauty known.