When Faced With...
something about pink rose petals and pressing forward with my life
becoming more familiar with the delete key which is really just a trick to erase
the past
but the letter has already entered the world
you just changed your mind
realized some mistakes in this backspace and reinvention world
where even a misstroked letter is a rationale for self-judgement
and doing something different, therfore slower, than before is a crime against
vanilla
the saddle broke or something and the world is new
ok, "new" is a hopeless cliche awash in red quartz hues
and i'm stuck in the sunlights blinding white
so clean and pure we'd buy it in a bottle and call it capitalism
"the fountain of youth" - now in a cream
faced with death and age really does become just a number
every breath really could be your last
but all the ones before cannot be buried beneath a backspace
forward is the only way
the pace is the control
October 22, 2006