#1849 - the old self again

 

1849

6.22

22.i.25

the old self again

 

arriving long before I do

patched up

with day to day

with lists

and all the might of must

 

the empty self

we thought we knew

as mirrored in window glance

so much to do

puffed up with having done

 

the old self

that familiar shape

bodily emboldened

with memory

and thoughtless too

often dwelling on

 

consider the underself, the over

the slink along, sidle up

pass bottle, bong

 

and there is beside my

… strive for rhyme

 

once were no words

 

all these years I am

but once, a name waiting

in the all because

rudely fashioned thus

 

fresh self that was

as fed to sharks

 

as if the way were where we are

trail in and out of the stars of the dream

 

it’s lovely to be lost