the door stays shut and locked
with good news in a letter on the doormat

you could be doused in seagull guano
splattered all over from a clear blue sky

the cynical me enjoys
what the other me loaths

skin suits hanging in the wardrobe
skin deep for the days road
a persona to wear for an hour
or just a few moments.

to change and to have changed often
this finite road full of potholes
a modern day horse with rubber feet
bouncing from pillar to post in a hurricane
stepping on the gas for the cheap thrill of it
smiling at death awaiting the ultimate changing
the change that will come today or tomorrow.

I love learning,
I always have.
Curiosity compels,
To understand all the spells,
Bells and whistles.
Forever the learner
And never the learned.
The more I know,
The more I don't know.
It is troubling and yet…
Freeing.