is slowly becoming some definite
Tangible measure
of success.
Can you tell me where
I might find someone to
help me shed the locks of
days long-lived, in sun-streaked
and dead-end strands
that I carry
like a badge?
I will not lose them
yet, they will stay
connected to me
and my mind and I
will continue to celebrate my
greatest survival successes.
It is definite that
one year ago I had but
inches of such a substance;
Liquid gold between my fingers-
I would save it in bottles
if people wouldn't call
insanity.
The faces of sanity have
come to take you with them.
What uniquely normal,
plane-jane simple
eyes and nose-
smile that says
follow me, follow me.
Come down to my side
of town and see what has
been built.
Without recognition,
an empire appeared-
quietly,
again.
I am standing upon a
house with a slanted roof,
one that meets the wall,
just above my head and
when I sleep I feel it
holding up the walls of
this well-attended
space.
