The first poem in August, 2009

If it is this what remains:
Poems, verses, non-mailed letters, dreams, stories various kind,
if I is to be thought tried:
"It are my male muse!"
Few time last month?
Time enough for me to formulate anew to tell stories.
About you and about IT even.
IT is not here the creepy murderer's clown.
IT is the child on your side,
I try not to envy that child,
since
my lifetime cannot be turned back any more...