and I am far, far away
with a future yawning,
arms letting go,
telling stories of our
possible lives,
and having all the sarcastic fun.
dim porch light
barnacled in the distance
on an onion roof,
I find my place
amongst the bugs...
we are all longing to be free
but we can't help it,
we are addicted to light.
act like you've been here before.
sing from west,
lets waste some money...
I know my place
among the flowers in the rubbish,
I sing there, too.
get the angles right,
for tomorrow is as alive as death,
just like a photograph.
now I recognize
that you were there,
and so was I.
rest your legs.