Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

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9-9-05

Back in simpler times
the average was good enough.
Did you walk in sync with a straight line?
Or did your feet converge,
allowing you to trip out of sight
being felt only after you healed,
after the fact?
Love came in pitter-patters
and stained like bruises,
smattering your complexion with sadness
of words scrambling
into carcrash searches
that leave you to author
the picking up of the pieces.
You were scared of fame before you found it;
shouldn't you be more ready now?
Are you still confused when the spotlight's on you,
or is it a continuing awe of wanting something
         to always feel new?

Every day wants to feel the same to you...
like you've been there before for the first time.
It's a continuing awe of wanting something to feel new.