goldmourn (amberdawnpullin) wrote,

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
Tags: poetry & prose

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.