Thursday, March 15, 2012

left and right and left






         after all is said and done i feel the same
       all that I hoped would change within me stayed like a huddle
moonlit exile, on the shore
         warming his hands a thousand years ago












i walk with others in me, yearning to get out
claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout
one of them wants only to be someone you'd admire
one would as soon just throw you on the fire


after all is said and after all is done
god only knows which of them i'll become

kind






gold hair in the sunlight
my light in the dawn
if i had an orchard
i'd work till i'm sore