Archive > April 2010
folly
all aboard my folly
hands shaking, stomach churns
it never gets easier
jackhammer knuckles
paper-bag lungs
caution tape mouth
no one has to wonder
where they stand
with me
unsustainable
tiptoeing around the bush
or beating on eggshells
brashness is a vice
I’m unrepentant
I refuse
to be seen and not heard.