i like this little desperation musing...it comes from some really deep places, and i surprised myself at how poignant it became as it sprung to life right after the death of a tv icon:

(from manifest mystery volume #38)

solitary fingertips
reaching out for phantom grips
imagination runs wild
bumming out my inner child

saw that mister rogers died
condolences to his bride
now that she is on her own
that means we are both alone

tinted glasses taint all views
wet perception warps all views
no matter what it might be
it's about the tears of me

cheddar chips won't soothe the plight
of a bloody hard day's night
no supply for soul demands
of these bloated unheld hands