i have nothing-- by Bob Arcaniathis doesnt hurt enough like old plant pots
the roots grow too big i want to be a plant
id have some concept of space i can never fill it
too many stars in the night sky for children
in the suburbs i ask them not to live for me and unblinking
i watch as the stars leave sorry city homes
winking from the night exhalations
my hands my hands are feet long toes
their soles are not tough for gravel walking
i am country boy whose hair tassels enough
like corn in the cool summer sun i am never picked
feel the circles in my chest they are lungs
deep cellophane purses where i keep my change
when i am tough for a drink i dont drink
i have nothing i have nothing
deep indentations beneath my fingernails
say i have wintered the sharp snowy roads
they curve like my hips never will into ditches
i dont exist in my own mind there is a cavern
an underground lake to be trickling through
theres no goddamn water only stale caked air that clings
to my skull like raspberries crushed to a paste!! 11/16/2006 Author's Note: Edited December 5th
Posted on 11/17/2006 Copyright © 2024 Bob Arcania
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