Monday, December 13, 2010

Birth of 'The Ant', (poem), 7/08

Smoldering doggies on the grills
smokes and into these lungs fill
an ease to become easy.
Offering salad, wings, and shots
the girls are international,
curious.
But so soon after my resolve
to enter the fight in the arena,
how quickly a hurdle is hit.
Came clean today,
kneeling behind a screen,
hours later a tiny temptation
is a tiny scream.
-Forcing off the autopilot
into the disciplined motivation
of an ant.
I can't go back to that standstill,
I will make moves with You.
I will fight through each lie.
and looking for a rut
to run smoothly in after hours, days,
weeks, and tears.

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