reflections of reflections
The sharp light from the window
showing itself in the
polished black chair
off of a briefcase of someone
who can’t get home
I’d be better if I wasn’t
so afraid of falling.
so afraid of skidding
so afraid of that
bounce and scrape that
never seems to end.
the burn and pain
fuck, cover your head
asses are meant to be landed on but then
what can we relax with.
Where did all of my stupid courage go?
Courage is a funny thing,
the less you use,
the less you have.
I’m a coin thrown into that March of Dimes thing
at the Science Centre, head over heels my circles are getting
smaller and smaller
as I roll around the funnel to a dark
At least it’s for a good cause.
Hey Dad, can we throw another coin in?
I wanna watch it go ’round again!
The corporation of me
cease to be
and learn no more
If space equals time unfolding
does live body equal spirit learning.
All the world needs:
A quiet room for the children to sleep in,
and people who never want to go to bed angry.
The rest will take care of itself