Monday, December 01, 2003 :::
Sporked
I packed up and headed out.
Wind in my short but not too short hair
Distracted by something shiny
at the fork in the road
I took a spork.
So where am I now?
-In the middle of nothing and everything.
Social and professional
Metaphysical and physical
Blood and soul
Yet these are the ties that bond
-These family ties
With a tree so uprooted it cannot be saved,
so dehydrated its uprooted roots break the foundation
So I say- “Go into the light!”
“Head west to better things”
And I go into the light, towards better things
But what are these better things?
And what lies in their dark shadows?
And ambiguity killed the cat.
Stuck in the shady area
no girl should be alone at this time
Stuck in neutral
Rusted steel falls apart on the outside,
and I merely hang on.
Loosing bits of myself inside to retain my polished finish.
Hoping to one day gather up myself
and put together the glossy image I see when I close my eyes at night.
Hell,
My momma was a starfish
My daddy was a lizard
And I am me
With neither ability to reproduce
Nor ability to regroup
I am just me
In the spork of life.
::: posted by Jen at 7:53 PM
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