I am empty like your palm

when it reaches out

yet I am stiff and dry

like a dehydrated fruit

I wish I had energy of clarity

true wisdom to enlighten you

but all I have is fantasies

I carry a bit too far

You got hitched with a loon, my love

I hope you dont mind too too much

Know you made her happier

for it

Has she done anything good to you?

I am empty like a bucket

in the winter

stored in the dry shed

until spring

I get carried too far with my imagination

 it leads me astray

in a world with nothing real

but prose and fiction and poetry