weak-days

with both feet
in the past
i fell face-first
into today
reaching out
to grasp a sleep
that failed to
break my fall
yesterday
tied my shoe-laces
together, where
no one could see
like the only
place to cry
the loneliness
i'm backing out of
spending my time
well before i
tip-toe past
the tissues
leaving the light on
for a while that
feels like eternity
quoting the rest
of my life

and

skipping

lines

to make the
occasional
"I Told You So"
fit nice and snug
re-tracing my
foot steps
creating a novel
out of every
crumpled page in my
waste basket
examples of my pen
touching the only
thing it will ever
know to last
like a child's
true secrets
leaving the only book
i will ever love
on the seat
of a sub-way train
to await the joy
of my ears burning