Poem: Trying

There’s a basement in SoHo
Where she dances alone
Twirling and strung out
In front of a mirror made of stone
Watching the girl there spin
As she spins wondering to herself
Where’s that little girl been

Poem: Such is the Way it Goes

Such is the way it goes
When it all seems to fall away
Into component pieces crashing
Scattering to the whistling wind
As we clamor to pick each up