So, it’s the eighth and this is part three – I’ll get caught up in some way. I’m still busy in Haiti and offer no apologies for that – I’m living!

I came across a flash drive I used from 2005-2010 recently and quite by accident. This micropoem from sometime early in 2005 is today’s offering to the month of poetry.

(hypocrite)

there’s lust in the void of his heart now

and he mirrors all that he despises.

speaking in unseen tears of hypocrisy,

he’s crying out to himself for help

too loudly to take notice.