San Antonio 2011

thought i was tired
smoking my last cigarette
in a city
not my own

watching another pack of stray dogs stroll stridently
tongues hanging loose
without a care

wonder what they’re thinking.

little bubble pops in my head
i wish i was a four-legged nomad
nonchalantly trotting along
with my gypsy canine counterparts

i’m not.

more like driftwood
always have been –
floating along
going where the tide takes me.

damn near burn my fingertips
on a bad habit
that does nothing to quell anxiety

night is done

alone
at sea
i will crash upon a shore

maybe
someone will snatch me up

carve me
into something useful
maybe even
beautiful

doubtful.

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