11 Enero- Dos Mil Diez
i want to take it back
like peeling off wallpaper
do over
scrape, sand, prime
paint on a renewed blank canvas
the stupid mouth is an open whole
looking for diggers
gaping, excuses lunge out
no, it is not what you think
but, if you...
and then i think
hey past hey
cant make you go away
i've no mode to erode fossil bones
there is no room to redo
i am just a soft hearted fool
with good intentions that leave my hands quicker
than crumbs
to work on me is one thing
i'm human remember
there is distance in the space between*
and, so
to she who was never her, i cannot
and i dont even have
no wall paper
no money to buy paint
no time
and you no desire to even know
i rearranged
the plums and vines to a warm clementine
color illuminated by sunshine
a sunrise is hope
without hope the world shivers petrified
i want to take it back
the way the morning does sunrise
and sand the long salt tide
the way night invites the moonlight
it is two way reciprocity
*lyric from "Telling Stories" by Tracy Chapman
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