In the back of my mind I keep my treasures.

Ive packed them full to my brains blurry brim.

Dumpster divers might do the same

whether they are homeless or not.

Lovers and friends past whove passed

take up the bulk of whats left of my mind.

Fears and hopes I will keep forever take up the rest.

Sometimes I forget whats there.

I have never had the courage to take an inventory.

I am surprised from time to time, sometimes I m shocked.

I hear my mothers voice and her words spill forth

from my mouth out into the ether.

I remember I am, after all, my mothers son.

Sometimes in a moment from somewhere far back in time,

Chimeras form from the mist of the ocean breeze.

Tender moments come home from where I do not know.

I have met long lost loves who fate has promised Id never see again.

So, I never trust fate. Any room I have left is reserved for hope.

06/25/2008

Posted on 06/25/2008
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