What I
was meant
to do
I’ve done
this then
is what
comes after
and very
little else
Crab
I used to
free of charge
offer my opinion
veiled as advice
certain I knew
better having learned
tough knock lessons
that was ego
worn as medals
on tattered suits
and tattoos drawn
onto inked skin
but now after
and this quiet
a lemon sorbet
cleanser meant to
remove the last
bits of entree
I push away
the final course
opting instead for
the sea shore
littered with little
shells of shelter
becoming a crab
Wall
Car windows reflecting
dance upon wall
back and forth
ghosts of dreams
just this moment
as morning awakens
and now gone
onto somewhere else
and likely onto
someone else’s wall
Now
We are
what we
are when
we are
and nothing
more not
before or
after or
even since
Wish
Remember when
we couldn’t
wait until
when and
then we
couldn’t wait
until it
was over
and now
when waiting
isn’t an
option anymore
we wish
and wish
for more
of whatever
it was
back when
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 