i got nothing at the moment

i really want to write a dark

and gloomy poem.

with words that plath or poe

would be proud of.

something

about death and dying,

sickness,

betrayal and lies.

all that hard stuff that weighs

the world down.

i want to write about crying,

and sadness,

sorrow. mud and dirt.

cold hard rains with stiff winds.

i want to write about

all that ails the planet, 

hard times, but

i just don't have it in me

today. since i met you,

i got nothing like that to say.

i'm walking on sunshine.

funny how things take a

turn that way.