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i’m so tired of this static life –
tired of the cling of socks and sleeves
but something held me back before.
i thought it was a brief rest stop
but it was the trap of comfort.
i’m working it out like jackie –
classic dance beats and memories
wrap me in a blanket of grief.
we die alone in this world but –
it’s a journey we take together
i can’t look death in the eyes
until i plan a funeral
for self-centered youthful excess.
but i won’t let go of it now –
not for all the days of my life.
i’m working it out like kevin –
dark disco beats and cold comfort –
we really aren’t alone in this.
we have all been in denial but
it’s a journey we take alone.
should i kick and scream like a child
or leave a note for translation:
“Non. Non je ne regrette rien”?
melodrama is too easy –
living by my own wits is hard.
now i have different travel plans –
sometimes with a map or compass
sometimes we’ll intersect or pass each other
without a cross word-
or a crooked middle finger.
©2005, 2009 Danna Williams