dragging.

by $B-Love$

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-09-08 02:50:00

If I walked long enough around this island,
would I walk out the hooks that are embedded in my heart?
I could walk for days in this typhoon laiden volcanic pimple,
and still feel the pain that fills my pockets like fools gold.
My feet would ache,
but not nearly as painfully as my stomach does.
I could work it all out in the meeting I have planned,
in my head for later this week.
The road calls and I want to run to its source.