that mouth that wanted the world to fit back in it.
2006-01-20 2:12 p.m.
i have searched my pockets for old fortunes, folded and buried
and i recede when the sun sets me back in placement, and i recant
when there is no other option, and i
fall back
when i think i should keep stepping, unsure
of the waters, unsure of my convictions.
i have been sitting in the rooms
of generations, my own, and under
slightly younger kids who smoke like firehouses, tragic
and trying to make a statement about it
it's already been said, but keep speaking just to say it
keep speaking just to make a statement about your own existence.