up is down and down is up
im kriss krossed and all krossed out
& corny to boot.
i feel like everything i know is being thrown out the window.. for?
i don't know yet...Change for sure.. but what kind of change?
what i used to be familiar with is no longer familiar
what i used to be close to isn't so close
and my dreams feel like memories
i dont even remember me
perhaps this is the process of recreation
i didn't mean this to be a poem
i've chosen silence and solitude
feel lonelier after leaving a crowd
have taken to smoking wine blacks on my back porch
while listening to deborah bond
words have become my enemies
my chiropractor my greatest adjuster
and my pain my comfort
fuck words
fuck the emotion behind them
my stomach is revolting on me
i feel like im in a void
perhaps this is the first day
of the rest of my life
the great revving of the engine before things
REALLY get started
the trashing and rehashing of the past
to make way for the future
but i just feel
empty & expecting
hoping to regain my footing....
© 2007 JJWF
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