Day 1640, a new day.
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.
On our way
towards our need
~
we get distracted
by all the lushness
we see
~
and only later
do we drink
from the well
in the valley
where we linger
the water
that we need
Day 1628, rise.
Sometimes you look
early in the morning
and the sun
tells you a truth
~
and it looks beautiful
Day 1627, roads.
Moving
to a new place
~
the hills are different here
the roads familiar
~
the sun sets now
behind that tree
but also
at the same
place
Day 1626, lost in action.
I don’t know
what you say
~
but
I understand you
Day 1625, wasted time.
