Subject These days
DateCreated 4/8/2008 10:29:00 PM
PostedDate 4/8/2008 11:22:00 PM
Body These days I don’t watch where I’m going
Sinking slowly at a slope
into sand I know is coming
I measure with every step, how many inches I have left to go

I slip into a circular current
pushing strong against the rest
and I protest
to no avail
before I even spoke the words, the tide
swept clean the path on which I went

And in confusion I see clearly
that there is chaos and struggle, indeed

all paths lead nowhere
in a fog
but some have guides, and some do not

and oh, sweet disaster, she beacons me
with open arms
unlike mine, so limp and unmoving
she needs only lead me and I’m gone

or is it he?