text from mom
shrimp skewers
and stuffed venison
steaks
two hours of driving
is it worth it?
what will I miss?
what if some great
occurence occurs
and Im not there
or worse what if
Im there
but the occurence
in fact
does not occur
How did I get
so indecisive
and afraid
of interaction
afraid to do
anything, afraid
of choices, more
specifically, the
unchosen choice
Im sure Ill just
sit at home
waiting...
just waiting...
I can't be sure, but I'll bet it's those unchosen ones that come back to bite us in the ass. I hope you're in your car driving toward those shrimp skewers as I'm writing this.
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I love ur poetry.... its beautiful....
ReplyDeleteIm new to bloggin n jus started a lil poetry myself...
if u get da time give it a look n let me kno wat u think...
http://dysfunktionalmusings.blogspot.com/
Good poem, maybe tie a cord around your ankle, and tie the other end to a friend and let let them do the thinking for a few weeks.
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