How long will the winter sun
hang south and cause shadows at noon,
when the day is on ice
and a cold hand reaches
into my coat pocket
withdraws the key
and opens the door
without me

In this state of mind
I become numb
second hand versions
Of myself

The person I need to be
Is at your side,
behind the wheel
meeting life’s demands -
And the other half
Is cloud hopping
Out all night,
In search for validation
for reciprocation un-fringed

There is always more to want,
Till I’m a stranger in my own pocket,
Where the answers are bent in fabric
Cloaked over God
and the lucky ones loose it
in translation –
I figure only with love profusion
can I make this right
take these definitions and make them
the same man
A better man
for you

12/11/2003

Posted on 12/11/2003
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