Thursday
May 10, 2012
The days get away from me running ahead of me like that big brother that was always in such hurry, stretching out his enormous legs out in front of his long, muscular body. And no amount of pleading, "Hey, Dennis, wait up!" could stop him from disappearing around the corner before I could reach him.
Direction
I'm falling...
down...
or is it up?
Direction
matters little.
People...
things...
time...
all
passing by...
a breathless pace.
I
grasp at shadows but they
can’t
slow me down.
Before
me...
solid ground...
will
it bend me, break me
when
I hit?
Tiny
bits of flesh...
blood...
cartilage...
scattered
on the cold concrete below...
or is it up?
The past...
evaporating...
replaced...
by a fine mist of sweat,
of worry for the future of my skin
and bones...
and yet...
I don’t regret...
A single moment of life.
I shouldn't think so hard
The past...
evaporating...
replaced...
by a fine mist of sweat,
of worry for the future of my skin
and bones...
and yet...
I don’t regret...
A single moment of life.
I shouldn't think so hard
(they say) on what might be.
Instead, enjoy the breeze (they
say)
climbing steadily up your legs.
climbing steadily up your legs.
my arms...
my whole body...
screams gravity.
rrw 7-1o-1o
(rewrites) o5-1o-12
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