Booster shot







I curse myself
The blindness and alienation
Passed on my body so many times
That the future should have tattooed itself on my shoulder
I move from everywhere to dredge me
It is a special splurge from where nothing comes out
Mistakes
Deaf to the hatches of the buried time we spent
You looked for me without ever finding me
So is it I who am lost
You threw me off of my center
As before
Fingers tangled under the tongue







 July 2011