Because
Manifesto: We are So Lame
because
oaks don't bend to catch you
while
you stumble near their limbs
because
roads don't point the way
when
you can't read maps of places you don't know
because
you don't feel compassion in light
blinding
you while you
check
your rear view mirror
because
mountains show no passion
as
you scrape away their skins
we
are so lame when we want to say anything
full
of gravity or significance
I
am the apprenticed jester
my
mentor's gone astray
but
----
I'll
love you until
my
arms can't hold you
lines
invisibly converge
darkness
slows me down too far
loving
makes me raw
Barbara Phillips
