Saturday, April 9, 2016

Walk in my body

Went out for a walk in my body.
City standing around in all its houses and things.

Radio steeping in old, old sound
Sidewalks leap, crack, curve and buck. Rushing down to the bay.

People always with the talking talk
Make me think maybe I'm not who I think after all.

But then I walk on my feet. Walk hard.
Who do I kid? Same body, same belly, same head thoughts.

Who do I still want to prove things to?

All the years rattling around. Don't I know me yet?

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