There She Goes
there she goes on her own again
paddling a leaky rowboat with the wrong end of the oar
lost in the imagination of a streamline sailboat following the perfect steady
breeze.
there she goes on her own again
on another trip home
back to where she belongs
1 a.m., alone, and writing to no one.
there she goes on her own again
relaxed enough to let her soul breathe
finding love on the first lung-filling inhale.
there she goes on her own again
left to her own devices she survives
builds walls complete with moats and secret escape routes
her thoughts follow the trajectory of an archer's arrow
arcing so brilliantly before piercing the heart.
there she goes on her own again
a fuck up following a fucked up road
hops in a fucked up boat with a fucked up mode of forward progress.
November 30, 2005