i skin the street
rolling through moments
in skimpy ways
that peel my weariness

ripped while bouncing

i lose much more
when i attempt to control
what's inside of me

it feeds its desire
to oppose the tumbling
i've been tossed into

yet i'm engorged
with intentions that lack
the ability to stop.

thank God I paused
before finding rest
against an unmarked curb
along a road less traveled.