3/23/11 10:52pm

[tinpra]

you've moved on
that's what experience has taught me
that you move on and i don't

is it the dwelling, then, that makes me a writer
that i live with one foot in the present
and one leg in all the things that came before?

maybe that's why we go mad
maybe that's why we're driven to drink and ruin
maybe that's why there's nothing more precious than "a clean well lighted place"
(ah yes, Mr. Hemingway, i finally catch your drift)

so what do i do with a thigh broiling in misdeeds and regrets
and a foot trying to drag me forward?

i write
and i write and i write
hoping someone (other than you) will listen