You walked out 
of one door
and I through 
another yours taking 
you to one 
place and me 
to another maybe 
you wanted to 
get away to 
anywhere than this 
and I then 
did too for 
there was nothing 
and now three
years later after 
the battles that 
I know we
fought we find
ourselves in the 
same victory parade
and I wonder 
if just maybe 
we have come 
back through the 
same door that 
we had left 

I have decided 
to leave life 
behind at least 
that which most 
everyone calls life 
I have decided 
to lock myself 
away far above 
the incessant din
of demand despair 
and desperation to 
drop myself into 
some bottle bobbing 
out to sea
unaware of where
I am going 
but knowing that 
anywhere must be 
better than this 

We tend to think 
of life in terms 
of time of beginning 
and end of start
and stop and of
all those in betweens 
but what if life 
wasn’t linear what if 
life was spherical what 
if one point reflected 
another and then another 
and we were simply 
hovering in the middle 
and that no point 
was ever more important 
or less important than 
any of the others 

I don’t 
expect to 
be anything 
to anyone 
having already 
been something 
I don’t 
expect to 
be anything 
really I
don’t expect 
to be
something either 
I enjoy 
being nothing 

Now in
the quiet 
when this 
nothing is 
my something 
when no 
one anywhere 
is listening 
and no 
one answers 
that I
find myself 
I have 
frequently found 
myself here
on the 
edge the 
outskirts and 
the fringe 
swinging like 
a spider 
on its 
web in 
the wind 
of its 
own small 
hushed thoughts