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There’s a lone bird
chirping somewhere unseen
and a cold gentle wind
scratching at my knee,
it’s the crack of dawn
sunrise
another day I’ll see,
and though my throat hurts
my ankle weak
I too sing a little tune
with that lone bird
just to let him know
I hear him.
I climbed the Mountain and broke my ankle on the Molehill.
I no longer see the difference between,
watching my step like a raccoon in the night.
I miss my former self.
A chatter-box of complaint.
Endless questions with premature answer.
Horny and mad.
Full of flowery language.
Undefined.
Chain smoking under the gun.
I miss my former self.
Like an old friend.
Like a past lover.
Like a finished book.
Like a sprained ankle.
Like a cavity.
Like film.
I miss my former self.
Arrogant.
Brooding.
Self-deluded.
Know-it-all.
Audacious.
Jerk.
I miss my former self.
Like turning 13.
Like watching Fox and Friends.
Like a one night stand.
Like romanticism.
Defined.
No longer smoking, still under the gun.
It’s the polarity between real life and a college town.
