Split in two
a man stands headless
yet
unaware of his recent
decapitation.
He looks around with his
fingers and toes
lord knows what is to come
of this horseman
dilapidated and
sour
scolded for his hate
that grates on his
being
only seen by those
who stood before him
judged, weighed, measured
and found
dangling
off of the short end
of the stick.

You.

That's all I really need to say
Not much more
but I guess
it would be good form
if I
elaborate.

Sense we've met
never once
have you been wrong .

That's a little different than being right.
Let me explain:

Being right means you actually fought
for
something
or
in your case
....anything....

Which you haven't.

Everyone wants to believe that
love
in all its
wonder
is actually
worth fighting for.

I've yet to see it.

Silent opposition
is a lie.

Now
being wrong...
that's a whole other story.

That means you put forth effort
and somehow
in some
way
shape or
form
failed!

You can't fail unless you try
unless you fight
unless you oppose those
trying desperately
to steal your
dreams.  

So
you can't be wrong
because
like so many other things
silent opposition
is
a
LIE!

You're welcome


I hope you find this
so you can
silently oppose it
and waste
more time worrying
about things that don't matter.

Luck:

something we
measure
by *** and love
turned
wonderment
as my head
hits
that
particular ledge.

All PATH Trains on Other Side

Rushed and flustered
as that
cherokee gusts past me
on the
right
my sight
unseen by dave
as those
horns
play on
drums stumble
as those
familiar walls
crumble
exposing my common
sense
as a
woman repents
on the sidewalk

"He ***** me!"

For all I know
her screams
are valid.
I hope not
because
I fear that
maybe
he ***** me too!