sharpening snakes with baby’s breath
the slings and arrows, children to adults
head turns, looking back cloaked with experience
but it really doesn’t get any better
than what we have
i am sleeping fighting off wereleaches
these dreams no longer nightmares
just ideas
just visions
just whatever we make of it
I am a stationary nomad.
I can’t stop thinking about…
the could have beens
keeps me up at night
as i shiver in the heat
but these moments pass
between the thing that have to happen
I guess
the number 2
questionable
what if one and one doesn’t want to be lumped together
you have no sum
just one and one, separate

(Friday, July 27, 2007)