| MOMENTS OF CLARITY/SNIPPETS OF TRUTH i miss my feet upon the bare ground and the look held by face before wake to come and play before the flowers went away i want to wait not ponder this pivot today i want to solicict innocence for just one more day letter sent with stamps contrite blind to the wounds you impose too far to see not care my bones are broke with an envelope i am here when no one else wants these streets, and in the light, i want more time in my mind, it is owed to me not with pride, but with hope that one day they will come to me dark and dirty and i want to go away i want to leave today tomorrow will change me forever you too which will change me soon BLOOD DONOR resting in pockets that are not my own where did my feet go without letting me know? |