I'm homeless,
So I live in my head.
Rolling the dust off the zeros,
But not rolling rocks to build my joint.
I'd be afraid of danger,
If someone took my safety orange paint.
The chain mail and what knights wore.
No white steeds or pink deeds.
Once I'd like to ride with Santa,
Slash all the tires, blame aliens.
Write back to get on 'the good list'.
The Fonz couldn't even hit me to make me play right.
I wonder how many have hated me at first glance.
And sigh for all those that have been also.
Too many searches for Nuns with bad habits.
Stars and planets don't even plot their own course.
I watch this sit-com,
I'm the guilty by-stander.
Pulling at the techno-colored scabs,
Dreaming in unsettled scars.
Lost all the marbles,
Never liked that game anyways.
Signing away the policy of term life endearment,
Just to warn the orange.
�2003 Daniel J Harris