Step One
Drag…………
(Breathe smoke)
Heart broken at the seam,
Standing on the corner of,
“Oh no, we're just friends,”
Hoping, “Yes, this is my _____.”

Step Two
Exhale
Rebound from today's lack of reciprocation,
Staring into the eyes of, “I love you, but I'm not in love with you,”
Lacking the convictions to know that tomorrow I won't…

Step Three
Ash
Exfoliate the black from my tarnished existence,
Scraping away the filth of past jealousies and intrusions
Being exposed to the light of the shiny,
Whatever that is in the far dim distance.

Step 242567812…(off into infinity)…
PUT DOWN THE PACK!
The last hooray!
Final good-bys to secure yet unfulfilling travesties,
Cold darkness flapping in the wind reaching beyond Orion's belt,
Streaming across galaxies to the farthest reaches of the far far away.

Step
(Another of many in a long program)
Waking up in a ditch undressing the idea to become,
To embrace what has come,
To call out,
Allowing my demons to hold me at night,
Protecting the rock I call a heart like the knights crusading a cause, battling for my honor.

Step
(In the non-foreseeable future)

Step again,
(In the even farther foreseeable future)

Step

Step One

08/28/2006

Posted on 08/29/2006
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