Tuesday, February 26, 2008

I pivot

One foot is fixed.
It will not move
From where it stands.
The other strikes out
Wanting to move forward.
Or, perhaps to the left.
I pivot, to the right.
I know I cannot go back.
No progress is made.
When can I walk into the future?
Even one moment would do.
It is so painful to stay here.
Fixed in nowhere land.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

With every setting sun

With every setting sun my sweetheart falls from the sky
And ends my day.
I want to be a missile fired into that final blast of light.
Race, explode and die.