Friday, September 25, 2009

Sister Hazy

And how dare you not remember?
And how dare you walk away?

And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one
The poets write their books about

I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way


What's a biker to do, but roll with it

1 comment:

Johnny Vector said...

Life, like a poem,
Or a song
Goes where it will go,
Pulling
Or pushing you along.

Rolling past the castles
And the signs
That looked, when you were eight,
Like a distant finish line.

But time and undistance
Show clearly now
The fixes and the damage
Repointing you somehow

To a scary path,
Steep and rocky.
Cuddled in fog.
Take my rope.
Belay on.
Climb.