May 28th, 2001

alice lost in labyrinth

poem: fine


i could lie and say that yes, everything is fine
i am fine, you are fine, everything is fine, fine

and nothing would be different

we would continue to meet at
intersections waiting for lights
turning at the green with a crash
now and then when impatience
meets those who pay no attention

and we would still be fine

my life would continue on
my self stumbling with hands
pushing against air with nothing there
to keep me from falling into the earth

why not bury me now?

nothing would be different
and we would still be fine.

28 May 2001 ADP