Nutshells

A fracture has occurred.
Or rather you wish me to believe it's so.
That we are never really the people we think we are
is not such an amazing comentary on life.
Unless you read the TIMES.

I wouldn't say that I'm the pendulum
in the middle is boring, but what else will you hear
all those moments that burst forth and fizzle
in the grayness of simply living.

So many conversations we could be having
Ideas floating, coaxing, swallowing hard
that jagged little pill of envy when you finaly learn
the truth is passing you on the street everyday
in the middle of Autumn while the ducks fly overhead.