Life, you defeat me. But only briefly. And not brutally enough to stem the poetry, amaright? Yeah, I am.
I've also convinced myself I've skipped about 10 days or summink...are we really on day 28 already? I'm lost...
On Feeling
If
you were to count the footprints
that
crowd my face,
you
could walk from here to hell.
Tough
luck innit, kid?
Looking
at the backs of my hands,
I
hardly know them.
They’re
like the first day at school,
shaking
and too small.
What
can anyone achieve like this?
Who
can bounce around the roulette wheel
and
avoid landing in the black?
Chance
has a hundred fingers
stretching
the length of the country,
getting
into every corner,
exposing
every curve of fear
to
leave you looking like a fool.
I
poured my feelings into a giant rubber ear
and
buried it in a secret place.
It’s
just what people have come to expect now
from
a maverick like me.
