If I were only the best
The undisputed world champion
Would I resist an ill will of fate
Temptations to state
That my own indifference
Or subject to exposure
To think that I am no good
All over
I shiver
Helpless to get
Away from those feelings
Squalid greed
Unpunished demonstration
Of the full-blown
Castration
Of a society
Is the licking lips
Of high snob-riety
Hanging all hopes
On the goal
Of self advance
No dollar taco
Burns the wallet
Makes room
For a change of plans
And no spare change
Made the day of
Good food
Dark fog
Descends on Dallas
Into the evening curls
Another night
Slippery roads
But moving alright
For another morning
Rounds the corner
Around the cracks, I walk
Knowing the tradition
Of certain superstitions
Holding the walking foot
Position
I hold my breathe and
Walk away from the crack
Sudden motionless
I stood in the isle
Looking down at the gathering
Groceries
Collected
I recollected the next item needed
And I moved on
Straight homely
I have become
In the morning hours
I come undone
In a vegetative state of awareness
I did not know my own sense
Of scaryness
Cuddle in on a wet Texas night
Making a move
Well after the thick twilight
In an evening muse of salutation
Yoga rejected sense of frustration
In a bed
On the road
Somewhere between being lost
And growing old
Pleasing the senses
In the beginning
Notched up from losing
To winning
A piquant beginner
I hope to be
In my understanding approach
I learn to be
The same as I ever was
But new the same
Watch quietly
Without a word
Saving up the knowledge
For when it will do us good
