Wednesday, September 17, 1997

exist

so much more knowing and seeing
clear the table set for one not I
not I and too many ears          
bending light to a heavy subject followed by
an action speaking louder than my words
my words no meaning—
look it up and down
what do you make of the situation at hand
or foot the bill this time
that time for recompense
did I apologize did not mean it to sound
the alarm waking my soul escaped
for a bit of peace and quiet
lack of something causing me to go crazy
eyes on the prize
is but a pot of gold that doesn’t even
exist…

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