Thursday, August 7, 1997

the other

push me out a window
know I will not fall there
where only wind howls
scowls at ideas
fears pinned under stones
bones aching in the heat
sheet so clean and bright
night becomes another
brother gone away
stay where I be
see and hear now
how I will not fall
all that I have become
some wish I was
because no confidence
fence surrounding
pounding on the shore
bore I feel I am
can only do so much
touch smooth rocks
socks wet in the grass
pass all the warning signs
lines drawn in the sand
land back on feet
repeat a thought or two
you on this mind
unwind with coffee and smoke
joke I am I forgot to laugh
half of what I know
show you the other…

No comments: