Find the poet with his
tongue nailed to the floor

Find his children asleep in
a room filled
with cold sunlight

Told his wife I can show you
the truth but I canít
make you see and she laughed at
how the words twisted
in the breeze

Told him there was no great
trick to crawling over broken glass

Let him kiss her scars then
told him he had to leave

Said life was too short to
waste it always falling in love

John Sweet