Regret
sounds like
knees hitting carpet
faster than words can travel
through a cellphone receiver.
It looks like
a black left fender
on a brown Honda accord.
It feels like
boulders placed
between your joints.
It does not leave
until you pick it out
from between your teeth.
It is a filling meal
that leaves you unsatisfied.
You must recalibrate your scale,
convert the value of moments gone.
Wipe your shield clean,
and watch the road ahead.
Asphalt under your tires
can fill you to new depths.
And you can be light again.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 12:38 PM UTC
Regret
sounds like
knees hitting carpet
faster than words can travel
through a cellphone receiver.
It looks like
a black left fender
on a brown Honda accord.
It feels like
boulders placed
between your joints.
It does not leave
until you pick it out
from between your teeth.
It is a filling meal
that leaves you unsatisfied.
You must recalibrate your scale,
convert the value of moments gone.
Wipe your shield clean,
and watch the road ahead.
Asphalt under your tires
can fill you to new depths.
And you can be light again.
5/30, 2012