Saturday, October 4, 2008

Desperation Sense

desperation sense,
barely visible like distant
foggy headlights,
clinging dearly as dying
ivy on a highway sound wall;

as if a weed, crops up elsewhere
if stamped out,
can't be killed if the root still lives.
Desperate taproot, deep,
anchors into my existence,

creature of need
creature of hate
creature of want
creature of ration

in life I'm seeking
a balanced, steady path;
but raging still through
thick forest brush,
cut another swath

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