i didn't really have a type of
poetry that i actively stay away from
although i tend to be drawn
to darker, shorter, terse words.

so i opted on doing
found
poetry instead
which means that
i opened a book i normally
keep lists in
and found this poem,
these words,
making me wonder
what i was doing at that time,
what struggle was i facing...

so...today's found poetry:

i feel sad today
irrefutably sad
sad like you find on
cereal box tops
collect me send me in i'm your prize
sad
while waiting for you
to speak
to me...
bad backwards driver
red tinged anger
my last line of defense
of explanation
of why
a plaintive
"well?"
before the silence
began.