Monday 6/19/2006 10:55:00 PM

Coaxing the humility out of the most innocent of situations. She dances on the balls of her feet, but walks on her toes. Because everything looks so tall when you're too close to it.

And I'm always there. Right up against the face of the mountain. Not seeing how far away the ground is.

I can't remember the distance to here and back. Don't even know if I want to go round trip.

How do we fix something that isn't broken? It's just not built to do what we're asking of it.

I don't want to be found. Or to find. We had our moment. That was more than enough. I pulled back the curtain on that rainbow and saw the gold being manufactured.

These are just dreams we adopt from TV to flesh. A paradox that asks more than it gives. Won't you love me. Make me whole. And together we'll be the pieces that still are unable to fit.

I hear the reason in their voices. A cold calculator fractioning out their lives. Decimal by decimal point until all the whole numbers are forgotten. There is an algebra to every caress. x plus y equals n amount of satisfaction. Mass times force squared reveals the velocity in her breath. How far she'll go to know you again.

I think there's more to life than finding someone else to prove you, but then again there's also a lot less.

It's the ones who learn that don't stand a chance.

We live our lives on the edge always thinking we're close, but that kind of distance isn't measured the same.

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