fresh from facing something greater than truth- I find my roof has air leaks in it- seems at night cold colder for proof- try rope caulk the shit doesnt stick I know: another night and another day- things have alwaays been my way- tonight I followed around my store- Jackson counties' finest shorn in leather: fucking cops make my day- always there and in the way- one mistake and you are screwed- unless you strip the dew: from the weather into the wind- without the trees what could have been? without the worries without distaste- distance makes me worry so does Fate: married to one divorced from another- still keeping step but knowing further- good will never come from hating anything- results are always even; always the same... copyright 2004 The PooRe PoeT. 10-17-2004