i used to be the one
i used to be the one
i used to be the one
that
chased...
what the hell happened?
who changed?
was it me
or the surroundings of me
me with the disappointing haircut
marching with the stars
marching with the sun
marching with the...
cliches
that clutter my mind and brain
and i stioll can't tell the difference between those two
and my tongue slowly slips and slides
in and out of fantasies
of what
could be
what
should be
what
isn't...
one.
two.
three.
four.
the inexperience that accompanies those numbers is
DEPRESSing
i used to be the one that chased
and while i am not the one any longer
i am still chasing...
chasing the idea of something better.
stronger.
closer.
so i march in time with the rhythm of breathing
and i breath
i take a breath between those cliches and embrace them
so while this poem goes no where
but in the direction
of digression
my thoughts organize themselves like cue cards,
cueing my words
in a conversation that means
nothing more
than the
CHIT of the CHAT
so i fade...
i fade into my reocurring daydream just one more time.
i squint at my reflection in the metal jacket that you wear all too often
hard.
cold.
shielding and wielding the discomfort of
indifference in my general direction
yet...somehow, attraction resides in that
hard.
cold.
shielding and wielding metal hacket that you wear.
so my desires and i...
we stare.