scrounging through the thoroughfare of names that line my streets
i see that i’ve a heavy load
and if it’s slippery, then it must be wet
and i will have tumble-junk strewn
then no one can find the correct address
or know where to find you, since
that incident left you without your Caped-Crusader jammies.
what’s a girl to do, if not for her super powers
to gather ‘like’ things and string them together on a thread
to hang on clothesline’s bare all for the neighbors to see?
there’s no return
there is no refund either
for your times have come, you’ve been superceded
by a more capable entry, one that knows what they do
is just what i am looking for.
it has all come down to
P’s and Q’s or is it, T’s that need crossing
to dot my eyes with
of making me a better person, a more prolific writer?
well, one thing is certain,
I will not fall for that BIG TALK – nope,
I’ve seen how little people become smaller,
just by being counted as a follower
of the line that is moving faster.
~dld october 6th, 2010