November 2006

i see more now
eyes open, hands free
frustration subsides
and the wind sets in
the days move quick
hour in and hour out
the lasting scent
of the trials and the sins
I'm in disgrace-
the tired girl shows it means to be a kid again
Even though her eyes have aged far beyond the glitz
and the glamour
The wandering child tells me of his days by the pond
And inspired not only the birds and the snakes, but me...
who has just been enlightened
by the all-seeing eye
And then there's you
So awkward, so cold
So used to what flakes of life have been foretold
So distressed by the water's surface
You turned your back on the world long ago
Without making a scene...
And it was you who taught me less than I needed to know
I've seen the thrills
and the masks and
I am not proud
I am not impressed
Could your tongue handle what I truly think?
Could your ancestors take a minute and show you
What you've been missing?
Could you please end this gravity?