Love

I walked awhile
Then sat down
I saw the pink dog piss on
The red fire hydrant
And wondered why
Of all this time
It took so long to write my epic

I ran another mile
Then sat down
Breathing heavily
My heart beating heavily
I wondered where people went
Before the outhouse
I’d trade adventure for comfort
Any second of the day
See the street sweeper gone his way
Okay, I take it back

The windows on these buildings
Are all mirrors
You can see from the inside
But not the people hiding in there
Sometimes it can make me feel like
My life’s on trial
But then I come down to reality
Or my version, I should say

There are a million subjects to write about
So how come it always has to come back to one