I did not see or really think much about the world
passing around me for many years. Only the simplest of plans
in my thoughts
My head felt some things pass through like fear
or lust, maybe some shame
in my pocket from not enough, from one handhold to the next.
Impatience hung around the longest; hurry was always leading me to somewhere.
Admiration and wonder escaped from me, along
with friends and the joy of stories. A thousand sunsets died and I never waited and wept for them. I
was on the lookout for sunrise.
After so many new address's, I grew complacent and settled
for in-arms-reach instead of further than the moment.
I forgot the taste of new and kept licking the same
old "now",
till threadbare.
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