Sometimes You Just Don'T Belong
Sometimes you just don’t belong
I chose to be me and
found out just how hard it is
Kicking pebbles to the curb,
watching daydreams shattered
when the impact of truth
becomes a mirror I’d just rather break (who needs luck anyway)
Hands in my pockets,
clinking loose change (as if change matters)
as simple gestures
are torn and tossed,
paper mosaics on a dust particle breeze
when someone flips me a dove
~
My heart sat open,
no line, no waiting, empty as a candy shop after Halloween
That little bell above the door rang,
you walked in, smiling…at me?
Dirty apron and all, milk chocolate drippings
and sugar sweet became you
~
When I see another, a friend…yours or mine?
Danger Will Robinson, flailing metallic arms,
blinking colored lights in pinball fashion
collect in the corners of my eyes
As I say under my breath,
“that is not my name”
Lonely streets of crowded stares,
pointing fingers at hardware store signs
Naked in the freezing cold, sweating beads of Mardi Gras dreams
Facing a vagrant wearing a t-shirt that reads
“Sometimes you just don’t belong”
which I understand but politely ignore
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