Tuesday, April 07, 2009

I un-said It

Maybe and maybe and ten times no.
And never now and no future yes
And no future.

A pencil and eraser and things unsaid
or un-said after saying
Or left unsaid.

Right?

I'm ok with wrong but not permanent wrong.
A well full of misplaced hope
One glass at a time goes down and I don't diet
but I cut off the fat, gristle to the past
I lean towards the lean.

Wish there were more.


M. PotPie