limp and lilting
I squat
denying what is there
get your brain on the heart's stage
the emptiness screams
into my ear
a bogus wind just brought in a storm
and here I stand
with no raincoat to speak of
just excuses adhering to the forlorn
an insincere memory of the moment
leaves a foul metallic taste upon my
spirit's tongue
feeling more walked over than
'Worn Flag Stones'
at a cemetery
I meander in
what I only wish
from which to get out from
this misery
that raccoons my every step.................
(Jan. 01, 2010 610am)