It might have been in the morning
after complaining I’d been lonely in
a dream – waking and forgetting
what was resolved; that I realized
I was a vague expression.
I inhaled the days first cigarette and
a strong cup of coffee, and then I
walked over to my neighbor the
freelance miracle worker, and of
course he wasn’t home.
So I stole his newspapers
My dreams and their details were in
all the papers – not exactly as I recalled
them, but close enough. Every word had
been carefully placed in a column by the
up at dawn men.
Let me explain
I have carefully followed in the footsteps
of men all my life, and it has taken a lot of
stair climbing and comparing myself to
others to finally give up on the fallacies of
I check my wallet to see if I am still a card
carrying member of the loyal order of ladder
men and well, of course I am. So I prepare
to either climb to heaven one rung at a time
or free fall to hell.
Either way it should be an interesting journey…
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