he always told me to think about goals
setting as if i needed to know
what would happen if i wanted to get
there
which i did not want to do and so he
thought me unruly like the sun
{blink to make it cloudy} little
one
he thought of me as a child in ways
perpetual, strident, jejune,
naive - insincere i was to him
young
he was old. it was not secret
ive in any sort of sense
not a surprise seeing his shriveled arms
numb
skin hanging bones outlines i could
caliper precise measurement, fate
determined stature, within inches. his
skull
knotted like an old oak tree lump from
a broken branch healed over
hundreds of years + deep roots
down
who'd plot that chart? sophisticate
sensibility striven to means
of an aged path on this soliloquy
over
i remember his toes, black blood
clotted mangled wood chips
as his last breath drew out his
body
he died then and there - in a bed on his back - with me staring
at him. a soldier on guard checking targets. words in memories: prepare
to fail, fail to prepare - and goals, ultimate goals
he reached [i will too] unprepared or
not.
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