deep breaths now

i think this poem is, essentially, about my bad habits and how i really haven't gotten rid of many of them.

now that i think about it, i'm not sure i've freed myself from any of them. oh well.

deep breaths now

when the thoughts
are better left in
the pockets
i can feel it in between my eyes

so i steal pens to
kill time

when i feel it all i
run with it

but i go away from
where it belongs and
i end up on the course of
someone
who is not me

these traits have watched me
wait
nearly tweny-five years to see it all
cut-up and left on the table for
whoever wants to take it

left as
fine enough
and ready to
move quickly with the air

while i sit,
staring right outside the night

recognizing that
the day is not my destination:

there is something
seriously wrong there

that i should stay away from