A Pretentious Bit...

and as he walked past me,
I could not believe my heart
and by the way it touched my ribs
I knew there are places I have been
I needed not to go,
and places I surely should have
but did not,
but he does not understand

that he is not where I needed to be,
God bless him

it moves so fast
fast enough to track tears down cheeks
my foot was far enough ahead
so that my hand would not be crushed
as doors open and close so rudely
and metal does not warm
to skin so quickly

I stretch my back so hard it cracks
and isnt that better, Joe?
better, Jane, who's watching Jesus
carry me


Posted by SL @ 7:35 AM