Every Day


I spend time every day

Nursing, rehearsing, rebirthing myself

To become a fit human being

For this planet



Everything I see

Leads me to believe

that I should cram myself

into a package

into which I cannot fit


It makes me wonder

what is wrong with me…

Is it my geography

my genealogy

or my off kilter mentality

that makes people look at me

in a way that tells me to flee

while dueling banjos begin to sing?




August 22, 2003



Audio Version
(As it sounds in my head)