Thursday, May 5, 2011

The Accounting Clerk

I keep the books for my clients
Pretending to be an accountant
I chose to do this
I did
Numbers are good

12 crows
3 ships
1 moon
I’ve painted all these things
I did

I had a friend who’s a doctor
Once we were poets
Who keeps track of all the wires
How do they do that
Don’t worry

He said not to wonder
Such things are not for me
Noah and Fargo, smart  kids
On a swing and a moon
I feared

A swing and a moon
My heart in my throat
Just kids in the sand
Arms and legs
I love

The clock is ticking
The mirror holds a reflection
How much life is an illusion
Blood feeds and takes away
I know

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