8 September, 2009

Two or Three

Jim

I want to ramble
Down old familiar streets of youth
Catching the saunter of a young man
Find my now old twin self
Talk about spending more time together
Not broken by this bipolar invader
At this stage
We”ll have to realize
Given just a half a life apiece
Crippled all our existence
Disabled
Separated
Did our best
Even if
We looked like a wrecking company
This is just a quick reminder to ourselves
I got up late
Couldn”t fish for the best diction
You know my urgency
Interchangeable
Just another sloppy moring
Living in a foreign land
The America of 2009

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