Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Compass

I'm restless.
Want a new face
new arms
new legs
new job, jobs.

Want a new air.
New voice
New smile
New feeling to wake up to
New fingers to rhyme with
New tongue to frown with
New pockmarked friends to play with
New lover.
Lovers.

I want something new
Someone new
Something breaks,
replace it.
Something tears,
keep wearing it.
Something drags,
pull it out with your teeth.

I want something new.
Something new.

Give me somewhere new to play with.
New country.
Been there, done that.
Painful.

New parents.
Parent.
Been there, done that.
Painful.

New direction.
Where to go to?
Never been there.
Never done that.

1 comment:

  1. dear poet
    I love this, i love your work, and your search resonates deeply and with core particles of my own in particular. I wish you wonders and love and growth in your new directions. may your feet and soul tread the paths with all your heart growing
    xoxo
    Hannah W

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