Monday, November 12, 2012

(136) what do you really want?


I left myself open for that
of course
I couldn’t say what I was afraid of
if I even knew myself
(I never knew myself)
and a clandestine errand
seems to be the definition
of the forward projection
of my life
a kid stealing candy
from the corner store
snatching the moments
when nobody’s looking
pushing together pieces
that will never fit