hard pressed to find something better
ive been fighting these demons for years
they know me by name
they send me christmas cards and ask about my family
its december and im still dealing with the excesses of summer
4 months later
carrying a cumbersome load
of these figures and forms i took on
some of their names scars upon my skin
others simply grease between my gears rolling on
and its the latter that really are the holy
i feel i am chained to them
like he was to his gun
frozen to fear but feeling the wind at his back he moves after a year
or two
or three