Heavy- Hearted Wanderer

He returned from a romp in that oversized schoolyard known as America and people in the village had noticed a change.

And upon his return, on the few occassions he would venture outside, he talked in mono-syllables of a girl he had met. He talked remotely of one dissappointment he had encountered after another.

All situatiations reminisant of that land were irreparable and he accepted this with an almost unhuman quiet assurance.

But he was no longer connected to anything and wanted nothing to be connected to him. Slowly, he pushed away all that had once been his reality.

People remarked of his deadened spirit. He had always said there was no such thing as "spirit" anyway.

He grew more lethargic than a cat in the sun. In fact, he didn't care much for the sun...he didn't care much for anything.

He did not weep, he only slept. He preferred the company of his dreams to the company of old friends. Noone understood this.They just knew that he was gone,,,his body, a shell,his heart; a vessel of hardened sanguinity.

I cried for this wanderer but I wasted my tears.

By: Devon R. Waters- the melancholy series- MDJ Press, 2004,BROOKLYN, N.Y.

Not So Du Jour Anymore

For those of who find me to be either uncredible or incredible... I want to secure that I can be found on google. Basically, i will do this by publishing nonsence such as this to fill in the huge gaps when i am too busy or too lazy to write. i refuse to use this page like a diary as others do; i want it to stricly represent my published an non-published work, which accounts for the inconsistency and the inability to access me via google from time to time. stay tuned...stay connected.

PS : Did you all see I was reviewd by blog celeb Jason Mulgrew? Jason, I have to say, I did not know who you were until I saw your profile in People Magazine. He and I could not be more different but I appreciate that he took the time to read my shit. Thanks and get a day job...just kdding.