i wanted to re-post this...
make nonchalant gestures
as walking down the street i notice her
with red scarve and too many cares
her sweater delicately hides her curves
from prying eyes and lusting minds like mine
that mind which fitfully moves
from idea to idea
by influence and affluence
"you have a knack for being non-linear"
was a great compliment
by a friend who's almost dead
and faced with death i starve myself
wanting too much at once
not knowing enough at many
opportunities to speak pass me up
or i pass them up?
either way i silently wait
to go and write it all down
thus never making myself noticeable
but i still am always noticed
the pen, now keyboard, is what i love
and the surfaces i write on
whether screen or paper,
canvas or cardboard,
i apologize in advance
for not being able to completely erase
all the wrong things i've been taught...
*and point out the last three lines