new

in need of redirection

the clicking of my heels
as i march away

you were good for a few words
but now you are useless

the shift of my hair
as i shiver in this lonely cold

i remember golden days
when i thought much less

the heavy air we swam through
on days when the sun stayed in bed

i cautioned the wind to be wary
and wondered what it could mean

hearing and missing what was said
and closing my eyes on the very last note

everything exists in your head
yet nothing is in there at all

the words that never made sense
but were screamed at banquets nonetheless

i crawled inside an empty tire
and waited to be reorganized

the sun and the sparkling moon
and wondering who i might be

i touched the delicate lace
yet recoiled in surprise

always reminded of the arsenic
of the little old ladies

even roosevelt never knew
though you never cared to ask