Straws


uneven like a sidewalk that has seen too many feet
I careen from up to down to sideways to hard off the wall
and don't know my in or my out might be.

grasping at straws that are broke in that subtle way
straws break til the only way you know they are no good
is that you suck and still get nothing for it.

and I thought I had found my way with the compass and the guide
only to have Moby dick with me so that I am lost again
and unevenly I grasp at you.

3/26/2000
Arwen Nightstar

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