What do you expect
a lonely childhood
and a disease
conspire
...
I am no Mark Twain
But then again
He was no Greg Richardson
...
In her belly
shines the sun
a baby dipped in
golden light
...
Collapsing mind
my truth revealed
I will die
but I'll live again soon.
...
I wonder how you know me
much better
than I know myself
I've lived this meager life
...
Here we are
face to face
and I will not
forget the place
...
I'm a dime a dozen.
No one will read my poems
but my family and friends,
and then I will die,
...