PoeticaL's PoetrY diary
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1:11 p.m. : Tuesday, Jul. 23, 2002
swinging from the monkey bars
of possibility
i just want to run off
into a meadow
lay there entangled in
your grass blade thoughts
constantly i ask myself
what time is it now
and then it hits me like
a watch crash on highways
its now there too
..somehow
say hi to the clouds i said
as i retreated further back
pointed to the sky i did
averting your eyes away from me
but who did i really kid?
i have a thousand questions
that my words can’t chase to catch
i am a million frustrations
i’m going round in circles
wanting to believe
that there are mistakes
i never learned
i realize
i always pick curtain number one
when i forget that it all takes two
if i stopped talking
introduced you to silence
what would you try to do?
would you try?
i don’t want to tie charades
across the distance
or write you anything minus the truth
i don’t want to find what you might do
because i don’t want to pretend
that i want goodbye
(for t)
