two to too

I

If a thing didn’t bother me before I knew it, 

why should it bother me now I know it?

II

in limbo sweetly

she presses painfully

into me as she sleeps 

III

yerp

Shaka when the walls fell

Gilgamesh on the mountain 

Gilgamesh by the sea

is this a haiku? I think it’s a haiku…

the things I have thought 

brought of importance are not 

what I’m taking home 

wringer

on the verge of tearing 

constantly while sitting with pain

I begin to understand

craving for a thing I will not touch

wayfinding

I

were you ever there

or had I dreamt it

those sixteen years

spent with you never there 

II

we didn’t actually share space 

I was in it while you were out

spending laughing chatting up

young girls on yahoo

III

recollecting places 

and spaces not people

connecting came much later 

after the Shattering 

and the shedding of you

when the alarm woke me not the sun

I

when walking was the warmup not the workout 

when salad was the appetizer not the entree

when the alarm woke me not the sun

II

when I was young my worries were 

insecurities weeping and self-second-guessing 

confidence in the logic of working to the bone

III

what is age but the awareness of living askew 

being told your existence is wrong 

yet in your Twilight not caring