STEADY AND ABLE
I haven't the strength to get up,
but how did I ever get down? I've
owned everything a normal person
should. I've had cars and wagons and
barbecues and books; pens and pencil
and paint and all it took to 'be' someone
in the funny manner this world allows.
Now I look back and see only ashes.
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The houses have lost their window sashes,
and, like good intentions gone awry all
I've ever thought - from way back when
until today - has turned out fallacious, or
errant, or, in some other way, just not right
at all. I wash my hands of the miserable
wreck. I want to come back, returning
fresh and enabled, steady, and stable.
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