Day 1644, hindsight.
Day 1643, a lot.
It just comes
all
towards me
when I think of it
~
when I open
my eyes
and see it all
in front of me
~
I just need
to focus
on a cubic inch
of matter
at a time
~
and then
at the end
it lays all
clear
in parts
in front of me
Day 1642, leave it open.
A closed book
may have taught you
a thing
or two
~
but it will not
do that again
Day 1641, wondering.
We can leave
our conscience
~
when we are naked
and all alone
~
wondering
in our minds
inner prairie
~
in search
for a place
to shelter
and
re
mi
nisce
our path
Day 1640, a new day.
On day
we fall
awake
~
and see
a different world
Day 1639, under standing.
Do people actually read
and inhale
~
or just
inhale
Day 1638, clown.
They say some clowns
clown
because they touch
sadness
with one hand
~
while you
only feel it
~
but some clowns
clown
without knowing
that there is
sadness
Day 1637, art of the struggle.
O dear leader
let us all
look at you
in one direction
~
give us play
while we despair
in despise
~
and make us shout
THE WORLD IS NOT BURNING
IT’S JUST ON FIRE
Day 1636, painful.
I don’t know why
I have to carry
this extra weight
~
my belt is useless now
except
for smacking you
in the face
mirror man
Day 1635, bite.
I have a collection
of tiny teeth
that all have
at one day
chewed on me
~
I picked them up
when I look down
~
I see no marks
but I think
they are on my back
because there it is
where it hurts
Day 1634, tiny.
It crawled into me
between my grey
and my hat
~
a tiny thought
that I quickly
flicked away
Day 1633, junkyard.
Even my name
tagged on to me
is wearing of
~
maybe
it’s better that way
Day 1632, your face.
It looks
like I see
your face again
in everything
~
maybe
you disappear
when I open
the door
for a while
~
so you know
you can come in
Day 1631, turn.
I see
in front of me
a wall
and a ledge
but I can’t
reach it
~
I guess
you can see
a better future
from up there
~
I wonder
why I still
stare
at this grey
wall
Day 1630, judge me.
Almost all of you
are judging me
~
and I wonder
why you don’t
Day 1629, HtwoO.
