Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

October 6, 2010

Stall

encased  in  impasse

I couldn’t even eye the passengers

past my papers.

I wouldn’t watch what

my window offered:

small towns, and their lights,

or all the reflections  of passengers,

also sweeping by.

continual inspections of my work

confirmed    my stall  is a lock still.

Y’see, yesterday’s night

I ran nine yellow lights,

& when my dreams weren’t just right…

I must decide to just ride.

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