Bollards

likepilateihaveadog

Recycle, recycle
I've thought lately
That's really all it is

But it's more than
What I am made of
It's these premonitions
And a string of good luck
(feels more like dental floss)
Leaving me wonder
What it's made
up
of

Don't know if it's jumping
the shark
Or sliding back on
A timeline
Somewhere already written
With our names
And occupations
Acted out before
Or are we just acting it out again?

I can't even come to
Fathom
That deep:
Between this sea and a couple months
It could
and
Will be
I can't see
This happening to me
But neither did he

And I reckon
That's the point
There isn't much choice
Beyond learning -
What comes in must go out

Everywhere are mirrors or periscopes
And unlocked diaries
Torn and missing pages
And indexes
I seem to read all day
And write at night
With my eyes closed
While macabre shadows
Dance to the dawn

I hope I learn
To act
Since that's the only way
It'll happen
And you can watch this ball
with me
Take my hand
Follow step
Becomming part
of something
Else.

likepilateihaveadog

Thanks Phil

likepilateihaveadog

Thanks Phil