02 January 2013

clement in the rain



                                  (who is clement?)

today is the twenty-first of july
and it’s the first day
i have ever wondered
both when and why
at the same time

the wounded are the first to heal
but only because they were the first ones 
                                                        hurt

you can see their little truths
in shuffling feet and
pick- me smiles
half-hearted   underwhelming
too many times overlooked
            too many times

the difference between life and death
        or east and west
almost certainly 
                starts in your head
before it moves to the legs
at about the speed that you’d expect

i spent the last three days
trying to draw the perfect flower
when i started
it was a daisy
now
it’s an iris

i’d feel much better
 if you were smiling

and not just with your mouth
i want to see it in your eyes

beyond affluence
and
                                  influence


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